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

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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?

SAY I AM YOU

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.

 

~rumi

 


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!

 

 

Garland Of Flowers, Faces Of Puttaparthi – Children Of Light

Taken This Year on a Visit To Puttaparthi
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Little girls playing in a Puttaparthi Street

As many kinds of garlands can be made from a heap of flowers, so many good works may be achieved by a mortal after birth.The scent of flowers does not travel against the wind, not even that of sandalwood, rose-bay or jasmine, but the fragrance of good people travels even against the wind.

A good person pervades everywhere. ~ The Buddha

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When a person asserts that he is low and mean and that he knows but little, he becomes low and mean and his knowledge shrinks. We become what we believe we are. We are children of Almighty God, endowed with Supreme, Power, Glory and Wisdom. We are children of Immortality. When we dwell in this thought, how can we ever be low and ignorant?

– Sathya Sai Baba