Sunday, September 23, 2007

Monday, September 17, 2007

Sunday, September 16, 2007

Over the meadows to swan lake

Tell me, O Swan, your ancient tale.
From what land do you come, O Swan? to what shore will you fly?
Where would you take your rest, O Swan, and what do you seek?

Even this morning, O Swan, awake, arise, follow me!
There is a land where no doubt nor sorrow have rule: where the terror of Death is no more.
There the woods of spring are a-bloom, and the fragrant scent "He is I" is borne on the wind:
There the bee of the heart is deeply immersed, and desires no other joy.
- Poem by Kabir

Saturday, September 15, 2007

Friday, September 14, 2007

Wednesday, September 12, 2007

Come join me....

In the next few days, come join me on a walk in the enchanting english country side. I will strive to share my experiences of an early morning walk full of unspoilt beauty, spashes of colour and the harmony.