"Tangerine" 
When once I leave this body 
Shall I not come back to the world? 
If only I might return
Upon a winter's evening 
Taking on the compassionate flesh of a cold tangerine 
At the bedside of some dying acquaintance. 

by Jibanananda Das Translated from Bangla by
Clinton B. Seely

"Canopy of the Glorious"
The vastness of any glorious existence holds a power which overcasts our vision & insight; we forget about broadening our outlook; we become confined within its canopy...though there lives an infinite world above it!

"Sensation"
Into the half light and shadow go I. Within my head
Not a dream, but some sensation works its will.
Not a dream, not peace, not love,
A sensation born in my very being.
I cannot escape it
For it puts its hand in mine,
And all else pales to insignificance—futile, so it seems,
All thought—all times of prayer,
Seem empty,
Empty, so it seems.

-Jibanananda Das Translated  by
Clinton B. Seely

Pegasus!
Silver white Pegasus spread his wings wide to prance through the soft cloud, Who wants to be his Captain?

This moment contains all moments......

Time flies over us, but leaves the shadow of our memories behind....

Over eyes of a solitary fish….....

"Eternal search"        If only our eyes saw souls instead of bodies how very different our ideals of beauty would be!

"The Other Light!"
Every moment of light and dark is a miracle....

Trees are sanctuaries.
Whoever knows how to speak to them,
whoever knows how to listen to them, can learn the truth.
They do not preach learning and precepts,
they preach undeterred by particulars, the ancient law of life.

Behold the hands how they promise, conjure, appeal, menace, pray, supplicate, 
refuse, beckon, interrogate, admire, confess, cringe, instruct, command, 
mock and what not besides, with a variation and multiplication of
variation which makes the tongue envious!

What is life? An illusion, a shadow, a story. 
And the greatest good is little enough; for all life is a dream,
and dreams themselves are only dreams.

My Personal cloud#9

IR

Life is not made up of minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, or years, but of colorful moments.

Memories !

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