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Saturday, 18 June 2011
Friday, 10 June 2011
Waterhouse and Tennyson
The Lady of Shalott 1888 |
And down the river's dim expanse
Like some bold seer in a trance,
Seeing all his own mischance -
With a glassy countenance
Did she look to Camelot.
And at the closing of the day
She loosed the chain, and down she lay;
The broad stream bore her far away,
The Lady of Shalott.
I am Half-Sick of Shadows, said the Lady of Shalott 1916 |
There she weaves by night and day A magic web with colours gay. She has heard a whisper say, A curse is on her if she stay To look down to Camelot. She knows not what the curse may be, And so she weaveth steadily, And little other care hath she, The Lady of Shalott.
The Lady of Shalott 1894
She left the web, she left the loom,
She made three paces thro' the room, She saw the water-lily bloom, She saw the helmet and the plume, She look'd down to Camelot. Out flew the web and floated wide; The mirror crack'd from side to side; "The curse is come upon me," cried The Lady of Shalott.
Sunday, 5 June 2011
Waheguru (Supreme Being/God/Wonderful Teacher)
I see no stranger, I see no enemy Wherever I look, God is all I see I don't think of us and them No one do I hate or condemn I see God's image – each one a friend. Of any religion, caste or race All I see is God's shining face His smiling face, His gracious face. Accept as beautiful all His design I learnt this truth in sangat divine One Word resounds in me and you Waheguru ... Waheguru ... In him, in her, in me and you Waheguru ... Waheguru ... Beholding in every being His light I bloom like a flower in joy and delight. |
adi granth - guru arjun dev ji - circa. 1604 |
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