29 Nov 2005

It is...therefore

Knowledge is
the quiet blossoming of the night-queen
the dewdrop on a web in a autumn dawn
the slow waltz of a hovering goldfish
the cold stare of a hooded cobra.

Bliss is
the azure of the winter sky
low cooing of the blue rock pigeons
the wind on my face in a crimson sunset
the sprightly sparrow on a flowering bough.

Strength is
the courtship dance of the sarus crane
the little spider suspended mid-air
the shrill cries of the gliding kite
the deafening clap of nearby thunder.

-- Sen's sanity, revisited

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