cover of book, stray birds R.Tagore (1916)
CHAPTER ONE - Rabindranath Tagore
WEEK TWO. conversation by simon and clair
O troupe of little vagrants of the world, leave your footprints in my words. R. Tagore
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The only footprints you'll ever find in your words are your own. Do the vagrants need you to speak for them?
mmm... yes but things, people and other animals, can inspire words...so words get tainted or painted ... what colour are your words?....what colour do they enjoy being/would you like them to be?
can there possibly be a colour which is not enjoyable...?
ive been realising the absolute beauty of all emotions... for example, the absolute purity and beauty of anger ...this emotion is not a demon...no more than any other... its the way we use it (or abuse it) which causes the dis ease and recently, when i felt anger, inside, i felt like smiling...
is silence unlimited? i guess silence in itself is never ending, ever growing! as nothingness is... never ending and eternal ...
the less there is of something, the less there is to disappear or fade away ... but! silence and nothingness have the following limitations - sound and somethingness.
so do you feel that you need to have something in order to have nothing? i feel unsure...i think that nothingness is so cleaver and self sustaining that it needs absolutely nothing and it can go on f o r e v e r! it never runs out.
and is someone genius without something seeing that genius?
and is someone loving without someone to love?
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