🧡Somewhere Over the Rainbow #39 With Prats in our hearts🧡 - Page 116

Originally posted by: cygnet9

Hello Rainbow friends

Yesterday I couldn't login to my account in CC, it was showing error message.

Today everything sorted out in CC as well as at my end too. Releaved at last and I am here in CC wishing you all A pleasant day.

Everything is well personally as well as health wise.

Hope all are safe, happy and protected guys. Good Night

Take rest and relax for a while.

Good morning!

Oh no, IF problems creeping up again, thank God it got resolved Padma and you are also at peace on all fronts!

Madi, I love this time of the year, the festive vibes, the hope, the looking forward to the new year! But will be at home, guess I did a lot of gallivanting of late, now at base and soaking in the vibrations!. You must be having great plans, happy for you!

Nado is fortunate, she gets to celebrate two Christmas and two new year! Really rocking time!

Have a good day all, this is the time for caring and sharing!

Hello friends

Nice to see our Avy. Glad she and Abhi are fine.

I am glad that you are well Padmaja and that you have rested.

Yes, Vibha, two new years and two Christmases plus family glory.

Thanks Madi on good wishes every day. I hope your days are beautiful too.

The myth of the bird

V

I was about to find out

the last freedom of innocence:

the gap between belonging and belonging,

between separation - from and separation - to.

Once I got down to it, I said to myself,

to do no more violence,

because I have no reason to force things

to something other than what they have always been,

I will transcend making and understand creation.

I will transcend art. I'll have living proof

where is the beginning and end of the sphere.

VI

Then I washed the soles of my feet, my forehead and my eyes in the river.

My evening prayer was all doubt.

Isn't the study of creation persistent inquiry?

about worlds that don't even know protoplasm,

and yet they live and yet they are made of something?

Maybe they are there somewhere, beside, and we are not aware of them,

because from them comes something we call: empty?

Maybe we are them: nothing.

Maybe we are them: empty?

How many times have they passed through us,

and we don't know their intention?

How many times have we been through them,

and they don't know our intention?

Is a form a form, or is something else a form?

VII

The wind bowed to me. Silence bowed to me.

And twilight bowed. These are their words:

How to find boundaries and read ends,

if you persistently look for them in a place where they are not?

Everyone is the bottom - the universe of something below it.

Everyone is a sky - a shallow to something above it.

How to touch the end, when it is only a knuckle?

In the province of marsh plants

and the reed is an example of a huge.

Whose eye is the ocean, and the whales are rot.

Those who want to touch the edges should not stretch out their hands.

You need to bend your mind.

Maybe you know how to fly,

but you haven't tried all possible ways yet.

VIII

I bowed to the wind. He bowed to the silence.

I think I understand.

The whole thing, then, is in the fireworks of cunning

by which the mind is emitted and received in return.

That is why it is said that reaching is nothing else

to - recognizing one's own message.

That is why it is said that space is: experience

with which he touched us with his own touch

when he came back to us from the future.

Maybe that sun gilded me at sunset:

I was strangely calm, with a red halo of hair.

I was ready to create.

Happy new day friends

Good morning friends, have a restful weekend.

Originally posted by: nn027

The myth of the bird

V

I was about to find out

the last freedom of innocence:

the gap between belonging and belonging,

between separation - from and separation - to.

Once I got down to it, I said to myself,

to do no more violence,

because I have no reason to force things

to something other than what they have always been,

I will transcend making and understand creation.

I will transcend art. I'll have living proof

where is the beginning and end of the sphere.

VI

Then I washed the soles of my feet, my forehead and my eyes in the river.

My evening prayer was all doubt.

Isn't the study of creation persistent inquiry?

about worlds that don't even know protoplasm,

and yet they live and yet they are made of something?

Maybe they are there somewhere, beside, and we are not aware of them,

because from them comes something we call: empty?

Maybe we are them: nothing.

Maybe we are them: empty?

How many times have they passed through us,

and we don't know their intention?

How many times have we been through them,

and they don't know our intention?

Is a form a form, or is something else a form?

VII

The wind bowed to me. Silence bowed to me.

And twilight bowed. These are their words:

How to find boundaries and read ends,

if you persistently look for them in a place where they are not?

Everyone is the bottom - the universe of something below it.

Everyone is a sky - a shallow to something above it.

How to touch the end, when it is only a knuckle?

In the province of marsh plants

and the reed is an example of a huge.

Whose eye is the ocean, and the whales are rot.

Those who want to touch the edges should not stretch out their hands.

You need to bend your mind.

Maybe you know how to fly,

but you haven't tried all possible ways yet.

VIII

I bowed to the wind. He bowed to the silence.

I think I understand.

The whole thing, then, is in the fireworks of cunning

by which the mind is emitted and received in return.

That is why it is said that reaching is nothing else

to - recognizing one's own message.

That is why it is said that space is: experience

with which he touched us with his own touch

when he came back to us from the future.

Maybe that sun gilded me at sunset:

I was strangely calm, with a red halo of hair.

I was ready to create.

Happy new day friends

The myth of the Bird is such a prolific poem of epic proportions! Amazed at the imagery, imagination, flights of thoughts and intelligence of the poet, truly amazing, thank you for sharing!

Good morning!

No winter as yet but nip in the air in the morning, guess around Christmas it will get a little cool.

Nado, family time is the best, the laughter and fun, the eating together and sharing gifts, all so precious! Making Christmas goodies is another exhilarating experience!

Have a great weekend everyone, be happy always!

Originally posted by: vibraj

Good morning!

Oh no, IF problems creeping up again, thank God it got resolved Padma and you are also at peace on all fronts!

Madi, I love this time of the year, the festive vibes, the hope, the looking forward to the new year! But will be at home, guess I did a lot of gallivanting of late, now at base and soaking in the vibrations!. You must be having great plans, happy for you!

Nado is fortunate, she gets to celebrate two Christmas and two new year! Really rocking time!

Have a good day all, this is the time for caring and sharing!

Good morning, Vibha, happy weekend.

We are travelers who have traveled all the way, from past to future, with accumulated memories in one bag and so much anticipation for the future in another.

A constant reminder from every bird and bush, an extended explanation from stream to tree twig, that we are simply visitors in this world, watch out for life from the inner window to define the outer world!!

Originally posted by: nn027

Nice to see our Avy. Glad she and Abhi are fine.

I am glad that you are well Padmaja and that you have rested.

Yes, Vibha, two new years and two Christmases plus family glory.

Thanks Madi on good wishes every day. I hope your days are beautiful too.

Yes, the sun's reflections on the great expanse of snow make the days brighter! The nights are cold enough that you need to search for a cozy spot to sleep.

Nice poems, I know, soon you are going to add these to your Serbian poetry book.