Madly Moonly

love is most mad and moonly

and less it shall unbe

than all the sea which only

is deeper than the sea

And that would be the last you hear of the andamans from me, I promise. 

An old sketchbook

Rummaging through my bookshelf i came across a little notebook with many pages in colour and lots of little doodles. I realise its my attempt at keeping a journal some years back, on a trip to London. Its random, but like all diary entries, its always interesting to go back in time and look at it through my scribbles. 

A dandelion takes you to the skies :) 

Close your Eyes

 music, all day and all night long -  freedom from your own thoughts.

 If you desire me

give up all desire

Become like me

and all joy is yours

-kabir

Its hard to talk about a trip like this. I think that I was hoping for inspiration, but found something else.
Maybe I realise now that you dont need to search too far to find answers, and they lie within you. When your two mind-hearts meet, its magic that takes over. who needs reason?

Parvathy Baul, during a beautiful satsang one afternoon quoted from a song :

mind, go home.
a world where you roam travelling
why waste your time being a traveller?

Painting with the Skies

                                               

A wind has blown the rain away and the sky away and all the leaves away.

And all that stands is me, painting with the skies

staring with awe at the gloriousness of it all.