Showing posts with label Powai lake. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Powai lake. Show all posts

Friday, April 22, 2011

In the stillness of mind..

Only in quiet waters do things mirror themselves undistorted.
Only in a quiet mind is adequate perception of the world.

~ Hans Margolius

Let the waters settle, and you will see stars and the moon mirrored in your own being. 
~ Rumi

http://urbanyayawar.blogspot.com/2011/04/in-stillness-of-mind.html

Mirror Image

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

O! Thou Heavenly Creatures...

HAIL, beauteous stranger of the grove! Thou messenger of Spring!
Now Heaven repairs thy rural seat,  And woods thy welcome ring. 

~ John Logan




2011_01_16_011390 Blyths reed warbler Copy
Blyth's Reed Warbler

Delightful visitant! with thee  I hail the time of flowers,
And hear the sound of music sweet  From birds among the bowers.

~ John Logan

2011_01_23_012093 Paradise Flycatcher Male  White  Crop
Paradise Flycatcher

What time the daisy decks the green, thy certain voice we hear:
Hast thou a star to guide thy path,  or mark the rolling year?
~ John Logan 

2011_01_18_011487 Egret with drop crop
Egret


Sweet bird! thy bower is ever green, Thy sky is ever clear;
Thou hast no sorrow in thy song, No Winter in thy year! 
~ John Logan


2011_01_18_011445 Chestnut tailed starling crop
Chestnut tailed starling






2011_01_23_012525 Orange headed Thrush Crop
Orange headed Thrush



I just want to stroke them, to see them glisten,
I want to see them alive,and to talk with them on my shoulders

But Impossible. They can't be touched,
they can only be felt like a heavenly whisper or movement,
~ Pablo Neruda

2011_01_15_011053 Purple Moorhen cs3 crop
Purple Moorhen


O could I fly, I'd fly with thee! We'd make, with joyful wing,
Our annual visit o'er the globe, Companions of the Spring.
~ John Logan

2011_01_21_011804 western reef egret flight Crop
Western Reef Egret




2011_01_15_010997 Tern crop
Tern in flight



Saturday, May 22, 2010

A Sunset Dream!



How fine has the day been!
How bright was the sun, How lovely and joyful the course that he run!
Though he rose in a mist when his race he begun,
And there followed some droppings of rain:

But now the fair traveller's come to the west,
His rays are all gold, and his beauties are best;
He paints the skies gay as he sinks to his rest,
And foretells a bright rising again.


~ Isaac Watts (1674-1748 AD) – a well known English hymn-writer, theologian & logician


Powai Sunset Issac Watts poem Compress