The Light

this candle will light my blog.

Some lines of Brida..

'In his or her life, each person can take one of two attitudes: to build or to plant. Builders may take years over their tasks, but one day they will finish what they are doing. Then they will stop, hemmed in by their own walls. Life becomes meaningless once the building is finished. Those who plant suffer the storms and the seasons and rarely rest. Unlike a building, a garden never stops growing. And by its constant demands on the gardner's attentions, it makes of the gardener's life a great adventure.'

she spent her life in pursuit of what she believed in.the only problem was that she believed in something different everyday.

brida- but how will i know who my soulmate is?
wicca-by the light in their eyes.

'sometimes we set off down a path simply because we don't believe in it.it's easy enough.all we have to do then is prove that it isn't the right path for us.however,when things start to happen,and the path does reveal itself to us,we become afraid of carrying on'.

'god manifests himself in everything,but the word is one of his most favoured methods of doing so,because the word is thought transformed into vibration; you are projecting into the air around you something which, before,was only energy.take great care with everything you say'
'the word has more power than many rituals'
'emotions are like wildhorses'.

pondering about the emptiness

ok...the most fu8888 day of my life was on sunday!! i can never frget this day ever in my life...no need to put in more words coz this much is enough to get me nostalgic..hahah
well ...i went to college today..i suppose maybe i dislike the people around me...or its just that i like to be alone...well wat!! i mean am i becoming a loner or sumthing...apart from that big result burden on me...this day was kinda empty...met those familiar faces...ate the yummy bhurji pav after sooo many months..felt good..atleast did nt feel jobless...but coudnt hide the insecurity frm myself! went fr a cup of coffe at barista..to admit v honestly.. was lost ..feelin all empty ....and i terribly missed aarts yaa..wish she was there today....:-( m praying that nidhi changes for better...lol
came home..felt better...atleast no shiity submissions as of now!!
too bored to sleep n go to coll tom...but....i have to...dun feel like missing the subjects introduction and moreover..i might feel lost and restless at home...
this rain is doing wonders to me...wish i cud jus enjoy them a bit more.. i guess i will be able to by next months time..
m enjoyin salsa a lot...hoping that i learn more and come out in the open..

fondness for khalil gibran

khalil gibran(1883-1931) was a lebanese american artist ,writer and poet He is the third bestselling poet in history after shakespear and lao tse..

i am a huge fan of his poetry and writing.his book the prophet is of 26 poetic essays written in english in 1923.it is about the prophet Almustafa who has lived in the foreign city of Orphalese for 12 years and is about to board a ship which will carry him home. He is stopped by a group of people, with whom he discusses many issues of life and the human condition. The book is divided into chapters dealing with love, marriage, children, giving, eating and drinking, work, joy and sorrow, houses, clothes, buying and selling, crime and punishment, laws, freedom, reason and passion, pain, self-knowledge, teaching, friendship, talking, time, good and evil, prayer, pleasure, beauty, religion, and death. The book is Gibran's best known work..

here are few of his quotes ..i found from the net

on love-

For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you.Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning.

Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself.But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires:To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.To know the pain of too much tenderness.To be wounded by your own understanding of love;And to bleed willingly and joyfully.To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving;To rest at the noon hour and meditate love's ecstasy; to return home at eventide with gratitude;And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.

On Joy and Sorrow
Your joy is your sorrow unmasked.And the selfsame well from which yourlaughter rises was oftentime filled with your tears...When you are joyous, look deep intoyour heart and you shall find it is onlythat which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy.When you are sorrowful look again inyour heart, and you shall see that in truthyou are weeping for that which has beenyour delight.

On Friendship
Your friend is your needs answered.He is your field which you sow with love and reap with thanksgiving.And he is your board and your fireside.For you come to him with your hunger, and you seek him for peace.

And let there be no purpose in friendship save the deepening of the spirit. For love that seeks aught but the disclosure of its own mystery is not love but a net cast forth: and only the unprofitable is caught.