Comments – Saying Nothing At All – Poetry

Just saying:   yellowstarshiningbright

My thoughts for today were about weeding the garden but instead, and after a thorough search on my blogs followers, I am beginning to question the authenticity of my followers. I wish I could WEED some of them from  my blog. I have well over a thousand, yet I only hear from a handful of those! Now something is dreadfully wrong here! My blog is over four years old, thus, I suspect, most of the original followers have long since left blogging. ( Makes sense due to the fast pace of today’s lifestyles. )  Then why can’t I delete them? A question I should be asking  “The  Happiness Word Press Team”, I suppose. Then there are those that follow and “like”, but never comment. How can anyone like a post, almost each and every one, and not comment? Beats me! I would like to suggest that there are fake “likers”, and “speedy likers”, who are hoping you will “like” them back. This is not really blogging is it? I had hoped blogging was about sharing like-minded interests and building a blogging community. Am I wrong?

The idiots Guide To blogging says:

Blogging Rules and Etiquette yellowstarshiningbright

Your blog is your own space on the web, and depending on your goals, you can publish the type of content you want and not publish the type of content you don’t want. That’s where blog policies come into the picture. Policies are intended to protect you and your audience as well as set expectations about the type of content that will or will not be published on your blog.

Comment Policy

As your blog grows and your posts receive more and more comments, you’ll undoubtedly receive comments you don’t want to publish on your blog or that require minor editing before you’ll publish them. For example, hateful comments that attack individuals usually aren’t welcome on blogs, and comments that include obscenities could be offensive. Similarly, comments that might be spam can hurt the user experience on your blog and should be deleted.

A comment policy allows you to define what types of comments you will delete or edit using the comment moderation tools in your account. Your comment policy also protects you, so you can refer visitors whose comments are edited or deleted to your established policy to understand why their comments were revised or not published at all.


After reading Maureen McCabe’s post,  “ActiveRain – Saying Nothing At all”, I became aware of the discussion revolving around leaving GPTFS (Great Post, Thanks For Sharing) comments on a post. Is there value for anyone in doing it? Personally, I believe there is value, but that is because I think compliments are gifts. However, it did make me think — how can I write better comments myself ? I came across some good, basic advice from Meredith Farkas — 31 Day Comment Challenge.  She is “Head of Instructional Initiatives” at Norwich University (VT) and teaches a class on blogging.



Comments should be  as below listed.  The point is most people do not receive comments or if they do, they are few and far between.


1) Relevant to the post 2) Thoughtful and insightful 3) Use your unique voice 4) Keep it civil 5) Make it short and readable, but also meaningful.

Her own personal, reflective thoughts and commitment to commenting

1) Commenting is a critical component of community-building in the blogosphere.

2) I feel more connected to others when I comment.  ~ (My thoughts exactly)

3) I take commenting very seriously and that’s ok.

4) Never comment when you’re angry or frustrated. (errrr well, my mistake sometimes)

5) I need to be better about responding to comments. (Yes indeed, we all should)  yellowstarshiningbright


Good thoughts to remember. In the future, I will try to keep her points in mind, but if I should ever slip up and just pay you a simple compliment — don’t deduct points from me.  :)



Humour is always a great way to end on, so here’s a song and a poem. :)  ( I wish you all a happy blogging Sunday. :) )

 Music When You Say Nothing At All – for all the silent ones. 



Could Be A Bloggers Lament? Smile. :)

Sometime when you’re feeling important;
Sometime when your ego’s in bloom
Sometime when you take it for granted
You’re the best qualified in the room,

Sometime when you feel that your going
Would leave an unfillable hole,
Just follow these simple instructions
And see how they humble your soul;

Take a bucket and fill it with water,
Put your hand in it up to the wrist,
Pull it out and the hole that’s remaining
Is a measure of how you will be missed.

You can splash all you wish when you enter,
You may stir up the water galore,
But stop and you’ll find that in no time
It looks quite the same as before.

The moral of this quaint example
Is do just the best that you can,
Be proud of yourself but remember,
There’s no indispensable man. -

–  Saxon N. White Kessinger, Copyright 1959


Any thoughts on this topic? Merci   -

The post is sticky for now.  By making the post sticky, I feel, it gives an opportunity to new bloggers to get acquainted with the ups and downs of the blogoshere.  There are also a number of very interesting comments posted by others on this topic. Do read. thank you.



The Flowers God Loves – Sathya Sai Quotations





This is an old post from long ago. I have updated it with new images and also added several quotes from From Sathya Sai Sath Sambhashana, a new translation into English of a book Sai Baba wrote a long time ago. The book ‘Sathya Sai Sath Sambhashana’ is an authentic translation of Swami’s words written originally in his native Telugu, then translated “precisely” into the English language. At first glance, the words and sentences are not easily understood by English speakers, because of the phrasing used at the time the book was translated.  But the book is all Swami. Indeed it is!  From my point of view, the simple and beautiful translation is more meaningful than many other translations of his collective works.




Here are a collection of Sai’s quotations, where he touches on the idea of flowers. It is an interesting theme for Sai devotees who enjoy studying Sai’s collection of spiritual books.


1.The most complete explanation of Ashta Pushpam is in: ‘Sathya Sai Speaks,’ Vol. 15. Chapter 9, “The Flowers that God Loves.” All chapters are a beautiful explanation of  the meaning of the flowers used for worship.

2. “Of course, floral offerings are commendable. The sixteen items are good. But, one should progress from this stage to the awareness of the Aathma. Flowers fade and wither. The effect of offering flowers may not last long. What God loves more are the flowers blossoming on the tree of man’s own life, fed and fostered by his own skill and sincerity. They are the flowers of his virtues grown in the garden of his heart.” (‘Sathya Sai Speaks,’  Vol. 15. Chapter 25, “The Garden of The Heart”). In this chapter Swami clearly explains the properties of flowers from the heart’s garden.

3. “Eight types of flowers can be offered to God, viz, (1) Ahimsa (Non-violence), (2) Indhriya  Nigraha (Control of senses), (3) Sarvabhootha Dhaya (Compassion towards all beings), (4) Sathyam (Truth), (5) Dhyaanam (Meditation), (6) Shaanhti (Peace), (7) Vinaya (Humility), (8) Bhakthi (Devotion).” (‘Sathya Sai Speaks,’ Vol. 16. Chapter 3, “Ceiling on Desires – 1″).

4. “Since you cannot swim across the flooded stream, you board a raft. So also, since you cannot master the Nirguna (formless), you resort to the Saguna (form with attributes) and struggle to swim across to the Nirguna through Araadhana and Upaasana (worship and contemplation).

But it is not advisable to remain ever on the raft, amidst the currents and whirlpools, is it not? You must discard this conventional Araadhana some day and reach higher. Pathram, Pushpam, Phalam, Thoyam, (leaf, flower, fruit, water) – are all primers for the initial stages when children join schools. Clean the mind of all the animal and primitive impulses which has shaped it from birth to birth. Otherwise, just as milk poured into a pot used for keeping buttermilk curdles quickly, all the finer experiences of truth, beauty and goodness will get tarnished beyond recognition.”

(Sathya Sai Baba. Discourse) ” Primers of Spiritual Education.” 26 Oct 1961, Prasanthi Nilayam;


Beautiful Clematis

Beautiful Clematis

The inherent joy derived in the process of performing karma is not found in its fruits. The immense joy that one derives while performing karma is like a stream of joy. Will an artist stop painting if money is offered to him? If you offer money to a poet to stop composing poetry, will he do so? Do real artists submit themselves to these kinds of deals? They derive purest joy in expressing their art. That joy is the true fruit of those karmas. In comparison, its external fruit is negligible. The word karma is used in the sense of swadharma. (ones particular duty. We eat, drink and sleep. All these are karmas, but not in the way the word “karma”  is referred to in the Gita. There, the word means “to follow one’s path or dharma.”  In this way, those karmas performed in introspection, is referred to as vikarma in the Gita. Karma is the solid state, (Sthoolarupa), or to follow one’s Dharma. Concentrating is chitta (consciousness), while external karma is “vikarma.” When we offer our salutations to somebody, if we do not bow our heart along with the head, the external salutation has no value. The external and the internal should be unified.

From Sathya Sai Sath Sambhashana


iris in the rain

Iris in the Rain

Whether one remains in the affairs of the world (samsaara) or renounces it thinking that everything depends on God’s will,  and offers everything to God and performs one’s karma, there is nothing one can do beyond this.  Just as the quantity of bread depends on the quantity of flour, so is it  jnana of the divine realm that one attains, and  depends on the devotion (bhakthi) that one has gained. It is an act of insanity to search for jnana in a place where there is no dedication or true worship to God. Undeterred faith is essential for God to reveal himself. Undeterred faith in chanting His name and is essential for the revelation of God. Discriminate between the permanent and the transient. To kill others, one may require swords and spears, but to kill oneself – is not a small needle enough? In order to preach to others, one has to study many scriptures (shastras) in order to attain revelation of God; repetition of a single mantra is enough.

From the book Sathya Sai Sath Sambhashana

A profound surrender is demanded




lady with lamp

lady with lamp

A Profound Surrender is Demanded – I don’t often reblog, unless something touches me deeply. This message does. eve

Originally posted on Agenda: Awakening!:

A very profound surrender is demanded from us, a surrender deeper than anything we can formulate and I think that the leap between species is required of us, the leap from our current state of dereliction and vanity and hubris to potentially being divinized and co-creating with the Divine. In other words it isn’t going to just simply be about people turning up and being kind to each other and being decent to each other.” – Andrew Harvey

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Flowers Of Auroville, The Four Aspects – Spirituality

Now it’s summer again when the gardens are full of blossoms, so I feel it’s the right time to post a little about the Supreme Mother of Auroville, Mirra Alfassa. She first heard of Sri  Aurobindo from her second husband Paul Richard, who had visited him in Pondicherry in 1910. In 1914, along with her husband, she was able to travel to Pondicherry to meet him in person. There, she immediately recognised him as a mentor she had encountered in earlier visions, and knew that her future work was at his side. Although she had to leave India after the outbreak of the First World War, first returning to France, and then accompanying Richard to an official post in Japan, in April 1920 she returned to join Sri Aurobindo in Pondicherry and never left again. Sri Aurobindo wrote about her in his book
Savitri: “To see her was a summons to adore.” 
The Mother adored flowers and within a few years she’d established one of the finest gardens in India, right there in The Pondicherry Ashram. I visited Pondicherry Ashram many years ago, and can attest to the fine gardens there. I no longer have my photos from that time, so have posted a few from Richard Pearson’s collection. (Hope he does not mind.)
for those unfamiliar with Sri Aurobindo.
From Wikipedia:
Sri Aurobindo (Sri Ôrobindo), (15 August 1872 – 5 December 1950), born Aurobindo Ghose, was an Indian nationalist, philosopher, yogi, guru, and poet. He joined the Indian Movement for independence from British rule, for a while became one of its influential leaders and then became a spiritual reformer, introducing his visions on human progress and spiritual evolution. His most famous book  Savitri is still widely read today.

The Mother of Auroville

The Mother of Auroville


An Excerpt From The Mother’s work with flowers by Richard Pearson –

When I first came to the Pondicherry Ashram, what used to strike me most was when we went “up to the Mother’s room” and as we entered, one by one, whether it was the department head or we children, was the array of flowers of all kinds.  They were arranged in trays or in vases on a shelf, at the entrance of the Salon. The Mother would receive us just inside the open door at the top of the staircase that led from the Meditation Hall. This door is just opposite the door that sadhaks (devotees) and visitors use nowadays for Darshan ( the seeing of a Holy person or feeling their vibrations ) or if they choose to visit Sri Aurobindo’s Room.

And we could hear, while still standing on the steps waiting our turn to meet Her, “Lakshmi, give me ‘Victory!’ Lakshmi give me that flower!”
When we were in Her Presence, She would often choose a flower from a tray held for Her by Lakshmi, the “Queen of Roses” as the Mother called her — often not even looking at the tray but picking the flower while smiling and looking intently into our eyes . . . deep, so very deep!
Sri Aurobindo has reportedly written that “There are three ways of blessing of the Mother: by sight, by touch and through flowers. And it is through flowers that Her blessings are most effective.” I don’t know what my friends would do with the flower She gave them, but I would take it straight home and put it in a small bottle. Vases were less common in those days and if we did get a beautiful one from someone, we would prefer to offer it to Her on our birthday, with a flower of our choice.
It was a game I played with these flowers to keep them fresh as long as possible. It’s a past-time I still enjoy as it is both rewarding and often deeply instructive, rather indicative of my own aspiration or lack of loving understanding. This was my first introduction to flowers that we received, besides ‘Victory’ (Allamanda), ‘Divine Solicitude’ (Malvaviscus drummondii) and even quite often ‘The Divine Presence’ (Rhoeo: Moses in the Cradle).
However, the most usual flower She gave at the morning blessings was the Champak: ‘Psychological Perfection.’ I believe also during ‘Children’s Darshan’ (seeing the Mother),  around noon (nothing was really fixed, it depended on the Mother’s work), she would give either this flower or a little tomato or a toffee. She would give or throw to each of us children and the few teachers crowding in the Darshan Room. The inner Darshan door and both doors to Sri Aurobindo’s would be closed, of course. During special Puja days She would quite often give the flower ‘Victory.’
For those familiar with the endless variety of Frangipani’s, I must specify that in those days the commonest flower was the small white one with the yellow center. We did receive too the white one with long separate or rounded petals on occasion (Plumeria obtusa), respectively ‘Integral Psychological Perfection’ and ‘Perfect Psychological Perfection.’

Since this flower is so important ‘psychologically,’ I will return at this point to a moment in time when I was not physically present. In 1929-30, She played flower games with a few sadhaks, (devotees) who — like Nolini, Sethna, Amrita, Pavitra, and Champaklal, of course—were often upstairs working with Her. She would gather a few flowers in Her hand and ask each disciple to make a meaningful sentence using the significances She had given (in English in those days). The 100 odd such sentences recorded by Champaklal, that ever faithful and meticulously careful disciple who  respected every little thing used by the Mother or Sri Aurobindo and even preserved the Lord’s loose hair and nail clippings. Those flowers, listed not as names but as aids, guide-posts, indications of the paths, promises of the goal, show that the Mother’s work with flowers was already a “fait accompli,” an accomplished fact, soon after She took charge of the Ashram after 24 November 1926.

Here are two such flower messages: “Divine Solicitude is supporting you in the Disinterested Work through which you will attain Transformation. 23.9.1929,” and “Love the Victor will manifest when there will be established through the five-fold Psychological Perfection [this flower has five petals] the Love of the Physical Being for the Divine — and when through Loving Consecration [the earlier name for what She later called “Radha’s Consciousness”] there will be a complete Faithfulness to the Divine.” [There is noted below this message: “Five-fold psychological perfection: Sincerity, faith, devotion, aspiration, surrender.]

Much later, in fact, 30 years or more, when talking to the children (in French) about this flower, She described at length how sincerity (She put that first) was really a form of transparency, faith a manifestation of trust in the Divine, gratitude a true expression of devotion, aspiration the ardent symbol of courage, and perseverance the material form of endurance. And as you notice endurance and perseverance have come into the psychological perfection, what about Surrender? Well, when summing up in that talk, She says “Sri Aurobindo has said that surrender is the first and absolute condition of doing the yoga. So . . . this is not just one of the necessary qualities, it is the first condition . . . To do the Integral Yoga one must first resolve to surrender entirely to the Divine; there is no other way, this is the way. But after that one must have the five psychological virtues, five psychological perfections.”..












March 31, 1917*


EACH time that a heart leaps at the touch of Thy divine breath, a little more beauty seems to be born upon the Earth, the air is embalmed with a sweet perfume, all becomes more friendly.

How great is Thy power, O Lord of all existences, that an atom of Thy joy is sufficient to efface so much darkness, so many sorrows and a single ray of Thy glory can light up thus the dullest pebble, illumine the blackest consciousness!

Thou hast heaped Thy favours upon me, Thou hast unveiled to me many secrets, Thou hast made me taste many unexpected and unhoped for joys, but no grace of Thine can be equal to this Thou grantest to me when a heart leaps at the touch of Thy divine breath. At these blessed hours all earth sings a hymn of gladness, the grasses shudder with pleasure, the air is vibrant with light, the trees lift towards heaven their most ardent prayer, the chant of the birds becomes a canticle, the waves of the sea billow with love, the smile of children tells of the infinite and the souls of men appear in their eyes.

Tell me, wilt Thou grant me the marvellous power to give birth to this dawn in expectant hearts, to awaken the consciousness of men to Thy sublime presence, and in this bare and sorrowful world awaken a little of Thy true Paradise? What happiness, what riches, what terrestrial powers can equal this wonderful gift!

O Lord, never have I implored Thee in vain, for that which speaks to Thee is Thyself in me.

Drop by drop Thou allowest to fall in a fertilising rain the living and redeeming flame of Thy almighty love. When these drops of eternal light descend softly on our world of obscure ignorance, one would say a rain upon earth of golden stars one by one from a sombre firmament.

All kneel in mute devotion before this ever-renewed miracle.
(Prayers and Meditations, 31 March 1917)

The “Maybe” Parable From Alan Watts – Video


Parable about life and nature narrated by Alan Watts, animated by Steve Agnos, and with music by Chris Zabriskie. (video less than 3 mins.)

We really never know what is misfortune or fortune.


Alan Watt’s description of the tale of the Chinese farmer, in relation to ‘non-choosing’ and neutrality.


Once upon a time there was a Chinese farmer whose horse ran away. All the neighbors came around to commiserate that evening, “So sorry that your horse has run away, that’s too bad.”  The farmer said, “Maybe.”

The next day the horse came back, bringing seven wild horses with it. Everyone came around in the evening and said, “Oh isn’t that lucky; what a great turn of events. You’ve now got eight horses.” The farmer said, “Maybe.”

The next day his son tried to break one of the horses in and while riding it,  was thrown on the ground, and ended up breaking his leg. They all said, “Oh dear that’s too bad.”  The farmer said, “Maybe.”

The following day the conscription officers came around to recruit the farmer’s son,  but they rejected him because he had a broken leg.  All the people came around and said, “That’s great!” The farmer  said, “Maybe.”

The Story of the Chinese Farmer. What follows is Alan Watt’s short comment on the story:


The yin-yang view of the world is serenely cyclic. Fortune and misfortune, life and death, whether on small scale or vast, come and go everlastingly without beginning or end, and the whole system is protected from monotony by the fact that, in just the same way, remembering alternates with forgetting. This is the Good of good-and-bad.  The same story is told by Anthony de Mello in the Song of the Bird.






My New Handbag – Inspirational Quotes and Poems

My new handbag

My new handbag



I’ve just made my best purchase of the year, a new handbag. Mine though is not shiny, bright with a famous logo or designer label. My handbag is gorgeous  but it’s second hand. I love it. I love the way it looks so elegant but only cost me a tenner. (10 pounds) – I know i shall treasure it along with all my other handbags. Talking about my other handbags, I have just decorated several with  French crochet motifs with bright shiny buttons. The handbags look chic and instead of the once  “that little out of date look,”  now they  look brand new. What do I carry in my handbag, well the usual but sheesh! I am not telling all. I have posted a really snazzy little poem on woman’s handbags.  enjoy



boho bag with pink button. This idea is so easy to copy on to any handbag. :)

boho bag with pink button. This idea is so easy to copy on to any handbag. :)



The handbag is a rare delight, it’s like Aladdin’s cave,
All sorts of things are hidden there, that females like to save,
It’s black and big and heavy, with a nice long shoulder strap,
Its weighted down with odds and sods and other stuff like that.

But the lady finds just what she wants deep down amongst her treasure,
Of keys and pins and leg hair wax and a metric rule for measure,
The remnants of forgotten ills with aspirins held so dear,
Birth control and other pills with labels quite unclear.

Calorie counters, cotton buds, old lottery tickets too,
Handkerchiefs and white tissues for visiting the loo,
A book of stamps, a tube of glue, letters from I don’t know who,
Horoscopes with personal star, petrol vouchers for the car.

Perfume loaded by the box, knitting needles, pairs of socks,
Bank statements and counterfoils, sachet samples, body oils,
Cassette tapes and eye mascara, postcards from old Connamara
Itineraries for keep-fit classes, lipstick and a pair of glasses,

Emery boards, a pot of Vic, silver tweezers, half a brick,
Screwdriver, spanners, ball of wool, ancient notebook partly full,
Bristle brush for long tresses, photographs and addresses,
Polo mints and a mobile phone just in case they stray from home.

Cheque book stubs, leather gloves, insect spray for the shrubs,
Driving licence, bingo card, cuttings from the paper,
Favourite verse, loaded purse and a windscreen scraper,
Credit cards, safety razor, golden buttons off a blazer.

But best of all it is a friend, that’s with them every day,
Slung upon the shoulder in a casual way,
And don’t forget it is a club – not of the member kind,
But the bag itself when wielded right could change a mugger’s mind. ~Bridget Patrick


There’s a new book out called In How to Tell a Woman by Her Handbag, a former swimwear model called Kathryn Eisman makes her pitch for the Pulitzer with her tome on what she calls “purse-onality” (titter): “A woman’s handbag is an extension of who she is and it helps her facilitate the roles she plays – be it files for her career, shopping lists for her domestic responsibilities or make-up to be aesthetically pleasing. A woman’s handbag is her grown-up ‘security blanket’ – carrying items to navigate the world.

Say I Am You – Inspirational Quotations and Poem

threading flowers for garlands, she is lost in contemplation

threading flowers for garlands, she is lost in contemplation



Here is the second in the photography series, Say I am you.  I don’t know how many of you read Rumi, I find his poems irresistible and this one in particular.   Rumi’s poems elegantly and consistently touch our inner being and inspire us to go beyond our limitations towards the Divine.  He is expressing once more in this  poem how he is in everything, and everything is in him. He ends with these few words,  “Jelaluddin, You the one in all, say who I am. Say I am You.”


The Hari Krishna ladies, Bangalore

The Hari Krishna ladies, Bangalore



the street vender - I wonder what she is thinking?

the street vender – I wonder what she is thinking?


I am dust particles in sunlight.
I am the round sun.

To the bits of dust I say, Stay.
To the sun, Keep moving.

I am morning mist,
and the breathing of evening.

I am wind in the top of a grove,
and surf on the cliff.


Getting Ready for xmas-Bangalore

Getting Ready for xmas-Bangalore

Mast, rudder, helmsman, and keel,
I am also the coral reef they founder on.

I am a tree with a trained parrot in its branches.
Silence, thought, and voice.

The musical air coming through a flute,
a spark of a stone, a flickering

in metal. Both candle,
and the moth crazy around it.

Rose, and the nightingale
lost in the fragrance.

I am all orders of being, the circling galaxy,
the evolutionary intelligence, the lift,

and the falling away. What is,
and what isn’t. You who know


little boy in Andra Pradesh village. He is stepping into his home, away from me and the camera -

little boy in Andra Pradesh village. He is stepping into his home, away from me and the camera -

Jelaluddin, You the one
in all, say who

I am. Say I
am You.




The poem “I am You” to soothing but apt music. Heavenly!


The photographs here are from my Indian Collection.  

Visits 2012 and 2013. thank you!



An English country Garden – Camera Catches


Just Roses really. Here’s a tiny selection from all the flower photos taken this June while we were away in the South Of England.  Each photo can be enlarged for detail, by simply clicking on the image. thank you..

Originally posted on Camera Catches - Photography:


Most beautiful

Most beautiful

Our England is a garden, and such gardens are not made
By singing:—”Oh, how beautiful!” and sitting in the shade…
~Rudyard Kipling, “The Glory of the Garden”



A little about my photography. I am not a pro. but an amateur who does not much understand all the settings or the technology that goes along with my camera. I take photos for fun only. I don’t want to learn this and that, nor what’s the best skill to use, well not when taking photos of flowers. Flowers are fun, the speak for themselves. I love them. They seem to respond well to my point and shoot methods. Thank you flowers for being a part, a large part of my world. I love your Earth smiles.     ~ eve


All photos are clickable to enlarge. thank you.


Devonshire Cottage

Devonshire Cottage



“Love is like…

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