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   'The Wattle Tree'     by  Dora  Wilcox Winter is not yet gone - but now The birds are carolling from the bough. And the mist has rolled away Leaving more beautiful the day. The sun is out - O come with me To look upon the wattle tree! Let misers hoard and hide their gold; Here there is treasure-trove untold, In yellow blossom, mass on mass Spread out for wayfarers who pass With hearts to feel, and eyes to see How lovely is the wattle tree. O strange, O magical! to forget For a moment care and fret, Whilst the next spirit, like a cup Drained of delight, again fills up And overflows with ecstasy Before the miracle of the tree. And rich and poor, who pause to bless The shining tree in thankfulness, Are bound in fellowship indeed. What matter politics or creed, Or class or colour? surely he Loves mankind who loves a Tree! Towards illimitable skies From the earth the trees arise: Givers of Joy, their gold ...

The last three months, it seems, have had a whirlpool-whirlwinding effect on me. Intermittent travelling and having to deal with things bit unwillingly resulted in lack of reading or putting the mind to thought. A phase which wouldn't have been complete without my own lazy lack of interest and initiative. Words accompanied me nonetheless.  Here's a reflection on the few I did remember; and wanted to quote: A writer is a person who cares what words mean, what they say, how they say it. Writers know words are their way towards truth and freedom, and so they use them with care, with thought, with fear, with delight. By using words well, they strengthen their souls. Story-tellers and poets spend their lives learning that skill and art of using words well. And their words make the souls of their readers stronger, brighter, deeper. URSULA LE GUIN

Hey people. I am back on my page after a while this time. I don't like it. Feel I 'll have to pen a song dedicating to myself. And the way it goes, it will have no other title than, 'My Lazy Dreams'. And so I thought I will mark today as the day of my return to the page. Let me jot down some of my favourite quotes as essenatial echoes of the poet who died young but will live forever through his words... We remember John Keats today... and feel the power of words in our faces... once again. _____________________________________________ I am in that temper that if I were under water I would scarcely kick to come to the top. ~  John  Keats ______________________________________________ I have two luxuries to brood over in my walks, your loveliness and the hour of my death. O that I could have possession of them both in the same minute. ~  John  Keats _______________________________________________ My imagination is a monastery and I am its monk. ~...

It is October. A fresh start to the final phase of the year. This time marks few occasions worth remembering... England will celebrate Children's Book Week. Countries as far as Cyprus and Nigeria share the Independence day today. It is the International day for Non-violence tomorrow. On the 5th, we have International World Teachers' day. For the United States, October is the National Arts & Humanities Month. In India, Rajasthan gears up for the International Folk festival, while Bhutan celebrates Jampa Lhakhang Drup Festival later this month. I guess that will do to let people 'go out' and celebrate; to mark the occasions with colours and smiles. We will talk and resolve, teach the young and join hands with the old. We commit ourselves to the nation, and revere the Arts. Each occasion is valued and marked by the community followers. While these events and more take place, I would like to enthuse our genial spirits, trying to infuse our sense of actions and ...

Reading this amazing novel ( Death at Intervals ) by Saramago. Oh,, what can I say about it... The more you read Saramago, the more enchanted you feel. Food for thought! Yes, feels as if this guy is inexhaustible. In this book, he plays with the idea of Death. I am at the place where it is best to be in a good book: right in the middle of it. Woof, what unbelievable pages I am reading; these are some thoughts that Saramago, taking you by the arm, show once; then twice. At this stage of the book, I’d share a thought that he’s held in his arms for us to hold and think about: "By the way, we feel we must mention that death, by herself and alone, with no external help, has always killed far less than mankind has."  p. 98 In the context of the narrative, these words appear at a point, where you are taken aback, with eyes opening to the extent of your mind noticing it. The pages that follow, have opened up the argument in the most subtle of wa...

Hello everyone... Its been a few days since I posted my last. What has made do it today is my coming across certain words... It is my first meeting with the (words of) Polish poet Czeslaw Milosz, and I will soon learn the correct pronunciation of the name :)  Well, I read a few poems by him today... and boy oh boy... words can move the heaviest stone, I say. There is something which stirs inside you, reading a word followed by another and then another... till the immovable stone has already moved under its own weight; with the movement, you catch the beat of your heart... Would like to share with you, one poem by Czeslaw Milosz: . . .                        Love Love means to learn to look at yourself The way one looks at distant things For you are only one thing among many. And whoever sees that way heals his heart, Without knowing it from various ills A bird and a tr...

Finished the book that has had a few rounds on this blog: The Cave . As a general practice, after finishing a novel, I rush to find some well written reviews on the book that I'd picked, held and savoured literally. :-) The reason for this hasn't got so much to do with the desire to know more on the themes etc. , as it is with the immediate and natural feeling to share your reading with someone. And since I normally end up in vain in finding reciprocating voices to share something like reading, one of the best things to do is to search and find few other pages of writing which, given a chance, could speak to you about that reading on similar terms of understanding. It also helps to come across varying points of view ( find many I argue with vehemently :) ). Anyway, to review the book on my own is going to utilise energy elsewhere and for another time ( hope that comes soon), but what takes most of my imagination, after stepping over the threshold of a novel's ending, is ...