Itchy Everywhere!!

It is itching, sharp, almost painful, yet glorious to itch on the first instant, annoying there after... Itchy Everywhere!!

No clouds in sight to prevent that perfectly right angled Sun from spreading its burning rays over Sri Lanka, setting its hot dry season to full swing. Current weather may be the leading cause of this itchy problem, but needless to say the Cement dust swirling around the currently renovating house of ours may be adding to the quality of this itchy sensation.

Singing from the Soul...

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“In the deepest within — the most infinite beyond — in ever present awareness, your soul expands to embrace the entire Kosmos, so that Spirit alone remains, as the simple world of what is. The rain no longer falls on you, but within you; the sun shines from inside your heart and radiates into the world, blessing it with grace; supernovas swirl in your consciousness, the thunder is the sound of your own exhilarated heart; the oceans and rivers are nothing but your blood pulsing to the rhythm of your soul.

Infinitely ascended worlds of light dance in the interior of your brain; infinitely descended worlds of night cascade around your feet; the clouds crawl across the sky of your own unfettered mind, while the wind blows through the empty space where your self once used to be.

The sound of the rain falling on the roof is the only self you can find, here in the obvious world of crystalline one taste, where inner and outer are silly fictions and self and other are obscene lies, and ever-present simplicity is the sound of one hand clapping madly for all eternity. In the greatest depth, the simplest what is, the journey ends, as it always does, exactly where it began.”

by Ken Wilber

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Who might be listening??

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Watch what you say child! Who knows “who” might be listening?

The Universe: I am listening! I am not a place, but all places are within me. I am not a person, but all persons are within me, including you. I am not a concept either, concepts cannot contain me.

So, say what you will child. You are only creating the winds of your thoughts, and they have no place to blow but within me.

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No Complaints

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I was walking through a land which was cleared recently out of its bush for cultivation. The bush was once consisted of tall trees, under growth, and vanes that held it all tight. Now, the trees lie flat on the ground, under growth is chopped up, and vanes aren’t holding anything tight any more. Although, there was a bright Purple flower that caught my eye. It was beautiful, not because of its charm; rather due to its aliveness among the lethargic. It is a vane called “Boo Ma” that managed to survive the carnage.

This certain vane seems to have no remorse, no complaints or no agony about its situation. It is simply doing what it suppose to be doing, and for it, it was the time to blossom. With this realisation as I looked around I could see life leaping out from the dead. Ants are walking in lines again, certain birds are searching through the branches for fresh warms, and the grass is growing green on the naked soil. Nature continues on ever so silently.

It had made me to wonder… Is everything we complain about so passionately so often really worth a complaint?

"The magic is in the doing
Not the thinking, reading
Talking or listening about
But in the get down hands dirty
Shirt off doing."

by Heather Saunders

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In Sri Lanka

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It had been a good five years since I last stood on this magical land called Sri Lanka. Many forgotten memories kept rushing back, in a way to confuse - things are after all quite a bit different from back in the days...



~Kiri Vehera, Katharagama (a giant Buddhist Stupa)~



~Kirinda Temple, South East Corner~



~Passing through Udawalawe National Park - spot the elephant in the distance??~



~Baby Tea plants through the covers of a greenhouse, I have been putting together~



~Handy commuters, the Three-Wheels~

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2010

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To all my dear friends:

For those of you who endure in Time, wishing all of you a Happy Twenty Ten !! and, all the more years to come...

For those of you who don't, wishing all of you a Happy Today for an everlasting Today, forever...

~ Keshawa ~
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Past few weeks...

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~Impenetrable Amber Fort - ancient capital of Jaipur state~



~A grand entrance~



~The surrounding hills of the Amber Fort are protected by lookout posts and secondary forts - Amber Fort was founded by Maharaja Man Singh, the Rajput commander of Akbar army~


~Who ever they had to feed by cooking in these must have been really hungry!! umm may be an army??~



~Sun set over the glamorous city of Jaipur, viewed from the Tiger Fort, a truly tranquil place~



~Taj Mahal, what Love can do to the soul of a man~



~North West post of Taj Mahal - on the horizon with the Yamuna River lies Agra Fort (hard to see), where the Emperor Shah Jahan was held imprisoned during his final years. His only wish upon custody was quarters where he can watch the sun rise over the Taj Mahal, for which he said, "the sun and the moon shed tears from their eyes".



~My father and I~


~Three weeks ago~

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Wake Up

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From time immemorial, I am trying to wake you up but you don’t.

Not complaining, for such is not my nature; mine is to wake you up.
Not frustrated for I can’t be, just know that I have to wake you up.

I put melody in bird’s chirping, coolness in the summer breeze,
Burning heat in midday sun and deafening noise in monsoon thunder
To just do one thing, wake you up.

Spark in your first kiss, comfort in mother’s embrace,
Rush in your home run and the musky flavor in lobster bisque,
I did it all to do just one thing, wake you up.

Desire to own, taste, destroy, love and hate,
I placed so you’d WANT to wake up.
Also put the fear in you
So you’d keep on desiring all and to wake up.

I made life beautiful,
So you can love the beauty and wake up.
I made it miserable
So you will hate the misery and wake up.

Now I think it is time you woke up.
Don’t argue about genetics, Darwin, evolution and creation.
I made them so, don’t ask me how and when,
All I know is why, and that is to wake you up.

You say, you can’t or you don’t know how?
For millions of years, in thousands of ways
As guru’s, gods, priests, friends and lovers,
I have been telling you how.

As Krishna, I told you to see me, see you
Not yours who you kill, to rid the world of evil.
As Buddha, I told you to pay attention
Be mindful of sufferings (good, great and bad).
As Shiva, the Tantric, I asked you to find me
In all ecstasies, from sex to breath of fresh air.
As Nisargdatta Maharaj, I told you,
You are That whom you look for.

Do ask me why I want to wake you up?
That is simple; you are asleep.

Do ask me, who am I?
That too is simple; I am you, asleep.

~ by Sunil K. Vidyarthi

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