Thursday, March 31, 2011
A blue bag - with a book of haiku and a sketch file, a pencil
A bottle of water
An umbrella for rainy days
A toy wind- mill to steer up sleepy dreams in the air
Memories of home
A few paper ships and origami cranes
A moon for a sprinkle of magic in the mundane
A lime tree from her grand ma's garden
A kettle for tea
Few seeds, reminders of possibilities
Many little bells and tiny wishes
An illustration for Illustration Friday on the topic - Toy
Monday, March 28, 2011
Friday, March 25, 2011
Thursday, March 24, 2011
Monday, March 21, 2011
Sunday, March 13, 2011
In the still of the night, while the spider was knitting the moonlight into the air, she and the birds were knitting a nest. For the spring had almost sprouted, even the stars were singing about it. But there was still a little bit of a chill in the air, and so she kept a kettle of tea close to her. An occasional fish or two passed by, silently swimming in the vast sea of sky.
The spring is sprouting, in gardens, on trees, in bird songs. The starlings are weaving their song with the air. Yesterday when I was walking so many of them were sitting on the electric wires along the road as if waiting for the procession of Spring to pass from there. A red wing was heard too one day by my ears, they are here! A chickadee came, ate from my hand. And a wise man, who knows about birds, said that now I have been formally initiated into the world of animals! Delightful!
Thursday, March 10, 2011
This is what an Amaltaas tree looks like :
Today, like every other day, we wake up empty
and frightened. Don't open the door to the study
and begin reading. Take down a musical instrument.
Let the beauty we love be what we do.
There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground.
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Thursday, March 3, 2011
the butterfly finds a new home
on the willow
White camellias falling -
the only sound in the
Not in a hurry
the plum tree at my gate
Opening their hearts
ice and water become
Under the trees
into the salad, into the soup-