Nada Brahma Sound Is Divine



Nada Brahma Sound Is Divine


Patience, load needs time.


Wednesday, December 24, 2014

Seasons greetings





Joseph's Lullaby



Sleep now, little one.

I will watch while you and your mother sleep.

I wish I could do more.

This straw is not good enough for you.

Back in Nazareth I'll make a proper bed for you

of seasoned wood, smooth, strong, well-pegged,...

A bed fit for a carpenter's son.

Just wait till we get back to Nazareth.

I'll teach you everything I know.

You'll learn to choose the cedar wood, eucalyptus and fir.

You'll learn to use the drawshave, axe and saw.

Your arms will grow strong, your hands rough - like these.

You will bear the pungent smell of new wood

and wear shavings and sawdust in your hair.

You'll be a man whose life centres

on hammer and nails and Wood.

But for now,

sleep, little Jesus, sleep.
 

 -- Ron Klug





Monday, November 24, 2014

Rivers of Belief




Rivers of Belief



Take me back to the rivers of belief
Take me back to the rivers of belief
my friend


I look inside my heart
I loke inside my soul
I promise you
I will return


I look inside my soul
I promise you
I will return


And when the Lamb
opened the seventh seal
silence covered the sky


Take me back to the rivers of belief
Take me back to the rivers of belief
my friend


I look inside my heart
I look inside my soul
I'm reaching out for you
Lets hope one day
We'll rest in peace on my rivers of belief


~ by Enigma 



Friday, May 23, 2014

Love


oil paper 35-50cm dima27




Love



is the feeling
 
that you feel,
 
when you feel
 
that you feel a feeling
 
that you never felt before !



 . . .  nada . . .


Thursday, May 22, 2014

When I am born







When I am born, I am black.
 
 
When I am grow up, I am black.
When I am ill, I am black.
When I walk in the sunshine, I am black.
When I am cold, I am black.
When I die, I am black.
 
But you !
 
When you are born, you are pink.
When you are grow up, you are white.
When you are ill, you are green.
When you walk in the sunshine, you are red.
When you are cold, you are blue.
When you die, you are grey.
 
 
AND YOU DARE TO CALL ME COLOURED ?!


Saturday, May 3, 2014

call me


 
 
 
If one day you feel like crying ...
Call me.
I don't promise you that ...
I will make you laugh
But I can cry with you
 
~
 
If one day you want to run away -
Don't be afraid to call me.
I don't promise to ask you to stop,
But I can run with you.
 
~
 
If one day you don't want to listen to
anybody;
Call me and ...
I promise to be very quiet.
 
~
 
But ...
If one day you call and there is no answer ...
 
~
 
Come fast to see me ...
Perhaps I need you ...
 
 
 
 
 . . .  nada . . .



Friday, April 18, 2014

In Praise of the Earth






Let us ask forgiveness of the Earth
For all our sins against her:
For our violence and poisonings
Of her beauty.

Let us remember within us
The ancient clay,
Holding the memory of seasons,
The passion of the wind,
The fluency of water,
The warmth of fire,
The quiver-touch of the sun
And shadowed sureness of the moon.

That we may awaken,
To live to the full
The dream of the Earth
Who chose us to emerge
And incarnate its hidden night
In mind, spirit, and light.


- John O’Donohue, from: In Praise of the Earth

(Photograph Gregory Colbert)




Friday, April 4, 2014

Hope





Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops at all.

―  Emily Dickinson


Tuesday, March 4, 2014

Resignation


Nada


go,
go your way
nada