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There is a sight I hold dear. A misty morning, a grey veil, green hills in the background, lush and abundant. On the fore, at about 100 feet...

Thursday, January 30, 2020

Welcoming spring

Spring is here.
The fresh crisp breeze.. Giving wings to the creative spirit that resides in all of us...
May this season lead us to path of light... May we all rise and shine...

Tamso Ma Jyotirgamay

'neath the fallen leaves,
the grains of eternal spring.
Seeds germinating.
Drunken sway of mustard crown.
The soft breeze. Subtle wisdom.


Happy Basant Panchami

Welfare unto all
Rab rakha 🤗 🤗 🤗 
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Since every thought is a seed, I am looking forward to a delicious harvest.

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