Cosmic Dream:kerala:India
I dont know whether itz a cosmic Dream ofcourse it is a Gifted moment
This is an untouched image direct from cam..I dont know what made me look above the sky?
There will be certain moments in our life,where that "unkown truth"unfoldZ itz divinity before us..jst to make us belive that life is filled giftz ful of divine surpriZes
This is such a moment ...
I cant tell u how divine that ray was...
I cant tell u how heavenly that feeling was..
(Plz ve a look the image below u can see others trying to capture this moment)
I read willam Blakes "Black boy" again now and it means a lot to me
My mother bore me in the southern wild,
And I am black, but oh my soul is white!
White as an angel is the English child,
But I am black, as if bereaved of light.
My mother taught me underneath a tree,
And, sitting down before the heat of day,
She took me on her lap and kissed me,
And, pointed to the east, began to say:
"Look on the rising sun: there God does live,
And gives His light, and gives His heat away, And flowers and trees and beasts and men receive Comfort in morning, joy in the noonday. "And we are put on earth a little space, That we may learn to bear the beams of love And these black bodies and this sunburnt face i,Is but a cloud, and like a shady grove. "For when our souls have learn'd the heat to bear,The cloud will vanish, we shall hear His voice, Saying, 'Come out from the grove, my love and care And round my golden tent like lambs rejoice'," Thus did my mother say, and kissed me; And thus I say to little English boy. When I from black and he from white cloud free, And round the tent of God like lambs we joy ,I'll shade him from the heat till he can bear ,To lean in joy upon our Father's knee; And then I'll stand and stroke his silver hair, And be like him, and he will then love me.
A house wife and mother of a toddler, this is her space, for sharing her passion in cooking, writing and photography.
Wednesday 10 December 2008
Cosmic Dream:kerala:India
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