Tears of Shiva shed into rivers. Cherry blossoms fell. The goddess of the confluence admired them for a time
before she released them. The tears scoured suffering. The petals added beauty. The river flows on.
I watch where streams of consciousness flow into one another and write what I see.
Saturday, August 7, 2010
Friends
Kathmandu, Nepal
Look at the open window. Click to enlarge.
Friends on a bench in Kathmandu, Nepal
Some people go to priests; others to poetry; I to my friends. Virginia Woolf
Nothing like a good friend to share fun and sadness. I like the people on the steps mirroring the--lion? statues. And the detail in the architecture just blows me away.
i love this! i clicked up the first image and enlarged it. it's so realistic. wouldn't you love to know the lives of the people or person who carved these. i'd love to know how they knew to make them so lifelike given the placement. steven
These photos you've been posting are just terrific, a real window into life in Nepal.
ReplyDeleteNeat! We would never know of that window if you didn't call our attention to it. What a land of contrasts.
ReplyDeleteNothing like a good friend to share fun and sadness. I like the people on the steps mirroring the--lion? statues. And the detail in the architecture just blows me away.
ReplyDeleteAlways fasinating. I'm really enjoying your choice of quotes with these posts also Jeri.
ReplyDeleteI hope your shows are going well.
i love this! i clicked up the first image and enlarged it. it's so realistic. wouldn't you love to know the lives of the people or person who carved these. i'd love to know how they knew to make them so lifelike given the placement. steven
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