“Aquarius”: a polêmica é entre o novo e o velho
September 13, 2016 14:43
A idade avança, o progresso também. O velho abre espaço para o novo. Mas Clara, a protagonista de “Aquarius”, entende que um não vive sem o outro. Sabe que sua história está agarrada às paredes do edifício onde mora e não abre mão dela.
Para ela, por mais concretos que sejam os objetos eles também têm um sentido abstrato. Seja um simples LP de John Lennon ou o apartamento inteiro. Depende de quem olha e como enxerga.
Clara é uma mulher que valoriza a memória. Perdeu o marido e criou três filhos dividindo a atenção à família com sua paixão pela música. Sabe das escolhas que fez e não tem medo de enfrentá-las, porque foi a partir de seus caminhos que construiu a própria liberdade. Não sofre com o passado.
Cercada de uma atmosfera retrô, não vê problemas em tocar MP3. Mas sabe o que prefere e não abre mão disso. É social…
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Andaman Islands: the beach capital of India
September 13, 2016 6:47
Andaman Islands are spectacular and it has pristine and exotic beaches to boast off. Clear blue water touching your soul through your eyes,white sand beneath your feet, breezy beachy air expanding your lungs every time you breath in, azure crystalline lagoons,dazzling corals whose beauty is undefined, sun kissed sandy beaches surrounded by tropical rainforests forcing you to bow before the creator,mysterious tribes, meditative ambience and spectacular starlit skies!Everything which makes ‘Andaman Islands’ the beach capital of India. The best among the best of beaches in world and a sought after destination in Asia. The myriad of beautiful beaches puts you in instant dilemma to choose that one beach to start. So here I simplify your problem by providing you a quick guide to this heavenly beach destination of India.
Port Blair
It is the capital city of Andaman and Nicobar islands located in south Andaman.The port blair has a fully…
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Going Back to the Essence: “He who in action sees inaction and action in inaction…he has accomplished all his work” (Bhagavadgita)
September 13, 2016 6:45
Dharmakaya, Samij Datta, Digital Art /Artist’s Impression, 2012
The single-mindedness of bare attention is a key feature of practicing Mindfulness. Everything is just basic space where apparently ‘things’ gets configured or are arranged in the phenomenal world for us to experience. Space and Awareness are both the same thing and they are inseparable. If sugar is space, then sweetness is the awareness of it. They cannot be separated. In fact, space is awareness. But space is a non-euclidean geometric manifold within the phenomenal universe or in Bohm’s explicate order. There is three-fold space which are mingled in one, the space of pure empty Rigpa or non-dual awareness which enfolds within it the 2 other spaces. This is Chittakasha, the space of primordial awareness which beyond cause and effect and it has no beginning or end. Then it unfolds the mind-space or thought-space which is information space of all events in…
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Boxed in
September 13, 2016 6:44
Creak of ropes melds with creak of trees
Bare wooden boxes swing in the breeze
Contorted bone and spine are folded in
Cubes of splintered wood on naked skin
Swinging high amongst leaves and limbs
Incarcerated at the furious forest’s whim
Open to elements and nature’s powers
Punishing heat, cold, wind and showers
Revenge is as sour as the dirt and sweat
In which tree slayers languish until death
© Kim M. Russell, 2016
Image by Rob Woodcox
My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge #130, also linked to dVerse Poets Pub Opening to the Muse–dVerse Quadrille #16
Inspired by the wonderful song by Rush, ‘The Trees’
repost: nostalgia tugs
September 13, 2016 6:42
nostalgia tugs
seductively
subtly
whisking the mind away
away
to
those
custard-apple evenings
of
monsoon drenched rain
whistling between trees of rhyme
peacock feathers
lying listless
as
beaten as these lines
and still beyond it all
past rainbows fractured
the sun still shines
mending soggy feathers
aflutter
alone
always alone
on cardamom clouds
leading me here
to now.
this moment
trapped
vacuum sealed
anaesthetised
through
countless
incense-smoked paths
crumbling
on
ever on
with
many
dreams strewn asunder
as heartless time
tireless time
rages on
shedding fatigued smiles
over the countless
numberless
exhausted
miles
