Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Soul
It can neither be cleaved nor be burnt,cannot be wet and nor dry; it is eternal, all pervading, unchanging and forever young~Bhagavad Gita **PHEW!**
Palanquin & the nature bride
Lightly, O lightly we bear her along,
She sways like a flower in the wind of our song;
She skims like a bird on the foam of a stream,
She floats like a laugh from the lips of a dream.
Gaily, O gaily we glide and we sing,
We bear her along like a pearl on a string.
-Sarojini Naidu
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