Colour Palette

Why do two colors, put one next to the other, sing? Can one really explain this? No. Just as one can never learn how to paint.

Pablo Picasso

Mere color, unspoiled by meaning, and unallied with definite form, can speak to the soul in a thousand different ways.

Oscar Wilde

True Blues

“Blue color is everlastingly appointed by the Deity to be a source of delight.”

–John Ruskin

At a few hundred kilometers altitude, the Earth fills half your sky, and the band of blue that stretches from Mindanao to Bombay, which your eye encompasses in a single glance, can break your heart with its beauty. Home you think. Home. This is my world. This is where I come from. Everyone I know, everyone I ever heard of, grew up down there, under that relentless and exquisite blue.

– Carl Sagan

A majority of introverted personalities favor the color [blue], the color of circumspection, for it is allied with conscious control of emotions. … blue is the color of deliberation and introspection, of conservatism and acceptance of obligations. Those who favor it have reflective minds and honest intentions, but sometimes use reason for selfish and self-justified purposes.

– Faber Birren

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Royal Cats

Thousands of years ago, cats were worshiped as gods. Cats have never forgotten this.

– Anonymous

A famous cat who never forgets being a cat

“Thou art the Great Cat, the avenger of the Gods, and the judge of words, and the president of the sovereign chiefs and the governor of the holy Circle; thou art indeed…the Great Cat.”

– Inscription on the Royal Tombs at Thebes

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Finguring nature

Nature’s fingers, created with lots of love

and a little less labour.

icy too, and cool as well, raised in a victory sign

and a lingering wave as well.

“Thou art all ice. Thy kindness freezes.”

– Shakespeare

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DEw DRoPs! from Capturing nature

So refreshing a rain can be!!!!

like pebbles, like stones…they leave their own marks…

 

 

It takes Beauty within to see beauty without

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Intoxicating Ocean

“The waves of desire in the world-ocean are intoxicating wine. ”

Sri Guru Granth Sahib

 

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The waves rushed towards the shore

Each competing with the other

In a race to reach the land first.

But a young wave seemed reluctant

To move forward : touching the shore

Is sure death! Why should I proceed? It cried.

The swaying waters smiled and said:

There is no death in gifting oneself to the beloved.

The land is the lover of the ocean,

Therefore it’s shores surround us in an eternal hug,

From the cliffs and hilltops, it stares at us with longing

The ocean answers the land’s call by reaching out

With its gentle waves, in a romance everlasting

And forever incomplete.

 

 

Sunrise in Your Heart

Behold the rising sun

Its red and orange streaks

Gradually spreading over the sky

Like a gigantic catherine’s wheel

Slowly emitting multi-colored lights.

Let your eyes capture the sun

In all its morning grandeur.

Shut them quickly.

Take in the fresh morning air

Let that smile beautify your face even more

Now perceive the sun’s brightness

Radiating from your heart and spread

To all your limbs.

Feel one with Nature

Experience this cosmic grandeur

Can you feel peace imploding within you?

 

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I stood upon the hills, when heaven’s wide arch
Was glorious with the sun’s returning march,
And woods were brightened, and soft gales
Went forth to kiss the sun-clad vales.
The clouds were far beneath me; bathed in light,
They gathered mid-way round the wooded height,
And, in their fading glory, shone
Like hosts in battle overthrown.
As many a pinnacle, with shifting glance.
Through the gray mist thrust up its shattered lance,
And rocking on the cliff was left
The dark pine blasted, bare, and cleft.
The veil of cloud was lifted, and below
Glowed the rich valley, and the river’s flow
Was darkened by the forest’s shade,
Or glistened in the white cascade;
Where upward, in the mellow blush of day,
The noisy bittern wheeled his spiral way.

I heard the distant waters dash,
I saw the current whirl and flash,
And richly, by the blue lake’s silver beach,
The woods were bending with a silent reach.
Then o’er the vale, with gentle swell,
The music of the village bell
Came sweetly to the echo-giving hills;
And the wild horn, whose voice the woodland fills,
Was ringing to the merry shout,
That faint and far the glen sent out,
Where, answering to the sudden shot, thin smoke,
Through thick-leaved branches, from the dingle broke.

If thou art worn and hard beset
With sorrows, that thou wouldst forget,
If thou wouldst read a lesson, that will keep
Thy heart from fainting and thy soul from sleep,
Go to the woods and hills! No tears
Dim the sweet look that Nature wears.

– Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Sunrise on the Hills

A Conversation

I am great, said the leaf to the caterpillar

Really? Said the caterpillar in mock belief

You are just a tiny part of a big tree,

How can you be great? Scorned the caterpillar.

Yes, I am, asserted the leaf again-

Or why would the sunshine come down to kiss me,

Or dewdrops gather at night to caress me

Or the winds move swiftly over me in a prolonged tickle

And the rain showers carry The Almighty’s blessings to me?

 

 

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The best remedy for those who are afraid, lonely or unhappy is to go outside, somewhere where they can be quiet, alone with the heavens, nature and God. Because only then does one feel that all is as it should be and that God wishes to see people happy, amidst the simple beauty of nature. As long as this exists, and it certainly always will, I know that then there will always be comfort for every sorrow, whatever the circumstances may be. And I firmly believe that nature brings solace in all troubles.

– Anne Frank

Wild Mankind, Wilder Nature

The air is free

so lets kill it;

The water is free

so lets waste it;

The sunlight is free

so lets make it dangerous;

The soil is free

so lets make it poisonous;

The sky is free

so lets blacken it;

For we are the most intelligent species

on this helpless earth

Therefore, we can, we can, we can!

 

Is Nature complaining against us?

Is she crying for her losses?

I hear them not.

Nature is smarter than us

We are just a higher part of her

She has given us a free reign

Not to destroy her

But to allow us to usher in

The next evolutionary shift.

This will make her stronger,

More intelligent and powerful

Is Nature complaining?

Can you hear her?

We can’t, we can’t, we can’t!

 

 

 

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Barbarism is needed every four or five hundred years to bring the world back to life. Otherwise it would die of civilization.

– Edmund & Jules de Goncourt

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Joy of Being Alive

The tiny gull

With feathers white

And a black heart shaped spot

On its back

Hopped and pranced

On the rooftop.

Its small yellow beak

Was turned up to the sky

While it performed its carefree dance.

Its song made the air gay

And sent out echoes of freedom

The leaves of the surrounding trees

Rustled in encore.

Then it flew away

To spread its joy elsewhere

But left a message for you and me –

Dance tonight, it chirped

For, tomorrow we might not see

But today is enough for thee

To be fully alive,

To feel the throb of beauty

And reciprocate with a beating heart

 

I must down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,
And the wheel’s kick, and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking,
And a gray mist on the sea’s face, and a grey dawn breaking.
I must down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call which may not be denied.
And all I ask is a windy day with white clouds flying,
And flung spray and blown spume, and the seagulls crying.
I must down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull’s way, and the whale’s way, where the wind’s like a whetted knife.
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow rover,
And a quite sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick’s over.

– John Masefield

Sea Fever