The bond that links your true family is not one of blood, but of respect and joy in each other’s life. ~ Richard Bach
gratitude overflows
from my eyes
unspoken
take me to your feet
that i may …
Author: vani
florence nightingale: an inspiration for art
In my last post, I shared with you this painting of mine and said that it took shape by itself as I let my hand move any which ways it felt like. Its a rather unusual shape for a tree, isn’t it? As it took shape, I realized it was a sub-conscious inspiration from Florence… Continue reading florence nightingale: an inspiration for art
The Vocal Tribe Of Trees
When I paint or draw I mostly just let my hand move any which way it wishes to go. It is a discovery for me to see what is emerging. That is what happened with this painting too. Once this painting was done, it seemed to me as if the tree, as a representative of… Continue reading The Vocal Tribe Of Trees
a gift to myself
There is a beautiful green meadow. Lush green rolling hills. A mountain stream is gurgling by. Crystal clear water. Interspersed here and there are stones on which the water rises and falls and makes beautiful music. The water is so lovingly sharp to touch and elixir to the throat. I am dancing, roaming on those… Continue reading a gift to myself
fallen warrior of relationships
meet the world then
shining again –
grand warrior of
relationships,
love sword hanging
from the hip.
arrows of kindness
and compassion,
shield of detachment …
Of Languages, Animals and the Kitchen
a light-hearted take on the visual character of programming languages …
One of the things that I like about computer programming is to simply just look at the code. To see just what it looks like visually …
jigsaw
crossword, scrabble, or sudoku?
no, those i do not like to do.
a jigsaw that my heart does woo
oh that is what i love to do.
jigsaws they speak to me of life,
each piece of life a joy or strife.
each thought each moment and each act
they come together so intact.
…
some feeling, some faith
i am young, i am old
i am new, fresh, untold.
i am wise, i am naive
it is on faith, that i thrive
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to be me
i wish to be a butterfly.
i wish to ride the bare back horse
on vast and open greens –
wind blowing in my hair.
i wish the crackling fire beside,
below night sky –
a distant drum in the air.
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song of evening solitude
under the flame of the forest
silent and empty i wait.
unfathomed hues
and deepest blues
do touch the sky
and glide on by.
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