tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-71024294848786510642024-03-13T13:24:59.636-04:00The Journey InwardSharing some experiences from the past and present as I journey inward toward the stillness from which we all ariseMahasweta Mitrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16112906799746145848noreply@blogger.comBlogger78125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7102429484878651064.post-7295526254952797842015-10-01T08:54:00.003-04:002015-10-01T08:56:34.860-04:00FiltersThis painting was done in two parts, the first one was completed in Black and White (oil painting), and then Colors and effects were added to it…<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<br />Mahasweta Mitrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16112906799746145848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7102429484878651064.post-82504532299381025912015-07-07T08:48:00.000-04:002015-10-01T09:02:19.469-04:00The Music In MeThis one is for my daughter. She had asked me to do a painting for her.<br />
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The painting has the chords to one of her favorite piano pieces… a piece that has a special meaning to her. We call this painting… “The Music In Me”</div>
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The piano chords are to the song…</div>
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Evanescence – Good Enough</div>
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Mahasweta Mitrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16112906799746145848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7102429484878651064.post-50889928326837491202015-02-18T08:39:00.000-05:002015-10-01T09:00:35.312-04:00Portrait Of Prabhat<div class="separator" style="clear: both;">
This painting is a Grisaille style of painting where the painting is first completed in black and white oil paints and then layers of glazes of colors are added over it.</div>
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Mahasweta Mitrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16112906799746145848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7102429484878651064.post-85093083295628001992014-02-07T09:03:00.001-05:002014-02-07T09:03:16.992-05:00MaYa<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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Mahasweta Mitrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16112906799746145848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7102429484878651064.post-3792000286913440122014-01-23T14:23:00.002-05:002015-01-20T10:37:42.582-05:00More on "seeing", "accepting", "letting go" .From what I have seen and worked with, letting go something comes in three steps… and anyone who corresponds with me or follows my posts knows and may be tired by now of me pointing them back to the three steps…<br />
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Letting go happens at many levels, layers… so even though we may have let something go, it can come back as we open further… and when it comes up again, there is no need to be hard on self and judge ourselves as failures (more labels and layers that we will have to see through later), just look some more, accept/forgive some more and let it go.<br />
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Anyways… the other day, someone send me the link to <a href="http://rosariomontenegro.hubpages.com/hub/How-Dr-Hew-Len-healed-a-ward-of-mentally-ill-criminals-with-Hooponopono">this article</a>, and she said to me the technique was similar to what I share with people. That was true, but what I found fascinating in the article was how Dr. Hew Len physically healed people around him by healing that thing in himself. I have always thought of healing self and then everything around heals, meaning if it does not bother me then it is no longer a block... I don't change anyone, or nothing really changes (not directly), but everything changes. However in this case the patients were completely healed. So I thought let me try it. <img alt="*:) happy" id="yui_3_13_0_ym1_1_1390485489946_13073" src="https://s.yimg.com/ok/u/assets/img/emoticons/emo1.gif" style="background-color: white; border: none; cursor: pointer !important; font-family: verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;" /><br />
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Going to share something here that I think was amazing. It may read as the same things I have been sharing for some time now… but there is a subtle difference that made a huge difference here.<br />
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I went inward to the first moment of my life I remember, it was when I was 2 or 3 and was getting a beating from my dad… I remember trying to beat him up and throw the refrigerator down and kick down a stone counter top… so I wasn’t taking the beating submissively, but fighting back... I was angry. I have done the letting go on this many times, and now when I visit it, there are no feelings that are triggered… Love my dad and there is complete forgiveness and letting go of this...<br />
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So went to that level and decided to say I forgive me for the anger. I caught myself saying, wait, I was 3 I did not know better... That's when I saw how certain things stay in place ... We justify it with logic, or make excuses for it, it was not a matter of if I was right or wrong or understood or not... I was angry and that was the building block for anger in me when I grew up... If I could forgive myself for the anger I could let anger go in the present me. So once again, “seeing”, “forgiving myself for what it added to my identity” and then the final step of “giving it to ishta”.<br />
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I saw the building blocks of current Shweta. I could visit the many things that have happened in my life, and realized, although I had let those individual hurts and blocks go… unless I forgave myself at that point for adding a certain something that then became the identity of “Shweta”, be it anger, abandonment, jealousy, arrogance, low self esteem, lack of confidence, habits, addictions, thought patterns, needs, understandings, etc. I did not really let it go… till I forgave myself for adding that layer to myself. <br />
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And as I worked with all of this, I saw the common thread… “Control”… even at 3 I was fighting my dad because I wanted to be in control… everything I added had a common thread of trying to control or giving up because I thought I had no control. As I worked with “control” and the other things I saw (it's pretty complex, as each thing that happens to us adds more than just one thing, anger, leading to need for control, to arrogance, to aversion or attachments toward certain things, to finding an escape, etc.)… it soon felt like I am rewriting Shweta… more creating a blank canvas on which the divine can now create. It is very interesting.<br />
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Thanks for reading along.<br />
<img alt="*:) happy" id="yui_3_13_0_ym1_1_1390485489946_13073" src="https://s.yimg.com/ok/u/assets/img/emoticons/emo1.gif" style="background-color: white; border: none; cursor: pointer !important; font-family: verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;" />Mahasweta Mitrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16112906799746145848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7102429484878651064.post-68546079369683369062013-12-03T11:39:00.000-05:002014-10-17T13:45:01.991-04:00Let me take care of the ones you care for so I can care for you<div>
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I was asked by Jesus last night to let go my need to take care of all I care for (not physical level as in stop doing what needs to be done, but at an inner level of prayer)... he said "just for a bit, let me take care of the ones you care for so I can take care of you".<br />
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It was so surprising to see I could not let go in him the way he wants me to... there are such subtle attachments to caring for my loved ones with prayers that thinking if I let it all go, all around me will fall apart. That is nothing but control in the name of prayers. Finally every step of the way I have been shown it will be what it will be and the broader the prayer the more effective... but even the purest of intentions I have are subtle levels of control.<br />
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It always is his will... it just takes some time to see the subtle levels of attachments and let them go. <br />
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And this layer of subtle attachment really took me by surprise... to see even a prayer is a form of control... that even a prayer has to be let go... it's like being shaken by the root and being uprooted... it has always been about prayers and letting go... but even a prayer is a thought, a subtle need for control... <br />
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So many subtle layers to see and let go. <img border="0" src="http://www.aypsite.org/forum/icon_smile_shy.gif" /></div>
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Mahasweta Mitrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16112906799746145848noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7102429484878651064.post-55763563081640415262013-10-29T10:16:00.000-04:002013-10-29T10:16:01.526-04:00Portrait of a dear friend...<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<br />Mahasweta Mitrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16112906799746145848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7102429484878651064.post-6120590955079576182013-04-25T12:30:00.000-04:002013-04-25T12:15:50.979-04:00Look Within...We encounter many people in our lives. Some though, stick out, we become more aware of their presence, we get more attached to them, be it as an attraction or a repulsion (aversion).<br />
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These people are not there by chance. We attract them. Else they would be a part of the millions of people we encounter through our lives and not notice. They are there because there is some aspect about them that we either want to be, not aware that it is a part of us that is hidden in us, that just has to be seen (when there is an attraction) or there is some aspect about them that we have in ourselves that we don't like and are hiding from/not aware of consciously (when there is a repulsion or aversion, they make us angry or sad or bring up negative reactions in us).<br />
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If we can see this aspect, we can let the over-attachment go. When we see this aspect within ourselves, when we see we already have this aspect in us and don't need the other to complete us or don't have to be ashamed of (mind labels), we can embrace it all, good or bad and let it go. <br />
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When we see the aspect of another in us, that is keeping us attached to the other, we can let it go and accept and love the other and ourselves just as we are.<br />
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So, if we take a look at the people in our own life we may be overly attached to (attracted to or repulsed by), we can see what they are trying to show us about ourselves. There really is no other, it is all us. Not in a non-dual way, but in an acceptance way. Mahasweta Mitrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16112906799746145848noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7102429484878651064.post-58958595834033934382013-04-25T12:15:00.001-04:002013-04-25T12:16:28.530-04:00Dance<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<br />Mahasweta Mitrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16112906799746145848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7102429484878651064.post-83337605767422024372013-04-07T13:13:00.001-04:002013-04-07T13:13:23.637-04:00Love<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<br />Mahasweta Mitrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16112906799746145848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7102429484878651064.post-7174187688623300762013-03-31T13:50:00.001-04:002013-03-31T13:50:17.761-04:00Moment<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<br />Mahasweta Mitrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16112906799746145848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7102429484878651064.post-51600828696073311792013-03-28T20:22:00.003-04:002013-03-31T13:50:53.697-04:00Embrace<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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This one just flowed... No pencil, models, pictures to inspire... Picked up the paints and brush and three hours later this is what emerged. ♥<br />
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This one is my experience of a Divine embrace... has a feel of Krishna but not definite... there was no peacock intended... but many see a peacock in the painting.</div>
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This is my second oil painting using the same technique as <a href="http://the-journey-inward.blogspot.com/2013/03/emergence.html">Emergence</a>. It was my homework :-D<br />
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Mahasweta Mitrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16112906799746145848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7102429484878651064.post-50811478666399337502013-03-08T09:18:00.001-05:002013-03-08T09:20:13.572-05:00Emergence<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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My first oil painting. The feel I have of this painting is like Ma Ganga emerging from Lord Shiva.<br />
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I had a great time using this technique to create the painting. It's beautiful to watch the painting emerge. Below is a progression of how this painting came about . In this technique you allow the painting to emerge.<br />
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Mahasweta Mitrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16112906799746145848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7102429484878651064.post-51119495409374659062012-12-12T11:37:00.003-05:002012-12-12T11:37:22.399-05:00Surrender to the mysteries of each moment<br />
<span style="color: midnightblue; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica; font-size: x-small;">This is to all my friends (ones I know, ones I don't know yet and the ones I may never know)...._/\_</span><br />
<span style="color: midnightblue; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica; font-size: x-small;"><br /></span><span style="color: midnightblue; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica; font-size: x-small;">Someone asked me "do you love yourself?"</span><br />
<span style="color: midnightblue; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica; font-size: x-small;">I thought about it and realized I really don't know what "love" is? Anything that came up, love was beyond that... </span><br />
<span style="color: midnightblue; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica; font-size: x-small;">Over the past few days, every time I said "love you!" to someone ... the question arose... Who is it I love? What is love? Who is the "I" who loves the "you"?</span><br />
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<br /><b>Surrender to the mysteries of each moment</b><br /><br />When I say I love you...<br />How often do I know what it means?<br />Do I really love "you"?<br /><br />When I say I love you...<br />Who are "you"?<br />Do I really know "you"?<br />or<br />Do I love a story I have of "you"?<br /><br />When I say I love you...<br />Who is the "I" that loves you?<br />Do I really know who "I" am?<br />or<br />Do I identify myself based on a bundle of conditioning I call "me"?<br /><br />Do I know what "love" is?<br /><br />All I know is than "you" and "I" are constantly changing.<br />You and I are only what we are in this moment.<br />We are growing and so is love.<br /><br />If we ever fall out of love, it's because we are not moving with the now.<br />If we ever fall out of love it's because we are in love with an image of the past.<br /><br />See me and love me for who I am today<br />And I will see you and love you for who you are today.<br />Then...<br />We are love...<br /><br />....loving and surrendering to the mysteries of each moment!<br /><img align="top" alt="" border="0" height="15" src="http://www.aypsite.org/forum/icon_smile_8ball.gif" title="" width="15" /></center>
Mahasweta Mitrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16112906799746145848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7102429484878651064.post-36336417072627652762012-08-14T09:56:00.001-04:002012-08-14T09:56:20.625-04:00For Him...<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}" style="color: #333333; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.38;">The "shingaar" (adorning), the dance , the surrender, the devotion, the laughs, the smiles, the joy, the wait... it's all for<i> "Him"</i>.</span></h6>
Mahasweta Mitrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16112906799746145848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7102429484878651064.post-80853728697036875872012-07-05T08:24:00.000-04:002012-07-05T08:31:05.933-04:00Ma's Blessings<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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This painting of Ma Kali was inspired by this photograph : <a href="http://doc.noticias24.com/1011/diwali0511x6x630.jpg">http://doc.noticias24.com/1011/diwali0511x6x630.jpg</a>Mahasweta Mitrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16112906799746145848noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7102429484878651064.post-53129294473518936172012-04-08T10:39:00.000-04:002012-04-08T10:39:08.385-04:00Healing Tears<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<span style="background-color: white; line-height: 14px;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Healing Tears: </span></span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;">He said,"give me your tears so you don't have to cry anymore".</span></div>
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Happy Easter All!!!</div>
<br />Mahasweta Mitrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16112906799746145848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7102429484878651064.post-30966460277332162512012-03-09T10:03:00.001-05:002012-03-09T10:04:10.485-05:00Look Up<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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I had asked a friend of mine to tell me something that inspires her.<br />
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She told me about the story from the Bhagavad Gita where Krishna asked Arjuna and Duryodhana to choose between the army and him. Duryodhana chose his army and Arjuna chose Krishna. (Read the full story here: <a href="http://www.writespirit.net/stories_tales/stories_by_sri_chinmoy/tales_of_the_mahabharata/arjunas_choice/index.html">http://www.writespirit.net/stories_tales/stories_by_sri_chinmoy/tales_of_the_mahabharata/arjunas_choice/index.html</a>).<br />
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She wrote: <br />
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"For the longest time, I had always wondered what I would've done.. I was listening to the kirtan when I had a vision that I was standing by Krishna's feet; I could only see the feet clearly, with the rest of Him kind of out of focus - I knew without a doubt I would have picked him... "<br />
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Her story ended there, but my thoughts continued: what would Krishna say to her?<br />
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He would say "Look up".<br />
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Always look up at your Ishta with surrender... why keep your focus narrow at his feet, he is all-loving and always happy when we look up at him in surrender; then we let ourselves know the joy that opening in surrender brings. <br />
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The day I started sketching this painting, that night these words came to me... <br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><strong><u><span style="color: #351c75;">Come create with me...</span> </u></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75;"></span> </div><div style="text-align: center;">Why do things not flow? </div><div style="text-align: center;">I try so hard to center again…</div><div style="text-align: center;">So much energy…</div><div style="text-align: center;">So much being pulled to the surface….</div><div style="text-align: center;">I want to go back into my cocoon…<br />
Can I?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Then there is a question…</div><div style="text-align: center;">"Does the energy speak to you? Have you inquired about what it is doing there?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Why did I not think of this?</div><div style="text-align: center;">I ask....</div><div style="text-align: center;">Why are you here?</div><div style="text-align: center;">Why are you tearing me apart on the inside?</div><div style="text-align: center;">Why can I not move back to stillness?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">“I am here to create” it says…</div><div style="text-align: center;">“why do you doubt me?”</div><div style="text-align: center;">“why don’t you just flow with me where I take you?”</div><div style="text-align: center;">"you tear apart within because you try to move in the opposite direction from where I take you..."</div><div style="text-align: center;">“why do you question?”</div><div style="text-align: center;">“have I ever let you down?”</div><div style="text-align: center;">“trust me… and come create with me”</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">~ Shweta (Feb 23rd 2012)</div><br />
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Another experience I had with this painting:<br />
<span style="color: midnightblue;">As I sketched this painting for the first time, it took me a while to get the face, and I let it go... and a face emerged, nothing like I had imagined it to be. Then I started painting it, I did not like how it turned out so I decided to change it... whited it out and redid the face and at the end of it, it looked exactly the same as the first time I painted it... so made another attempt... guess what? It looked the exact same as the first one. So either I am terrible at painting, or Krishna wishes to look like he does in that painting and is showing me to move out of my mind and accept it... he wants that face, I have to let him have it.</span><br />
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After this, the entire painting really flowed, there was very little doing and more allowing Krishna to create. <br />
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</tbody></table>This painting came to me as a vision.<br />
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A friend commented on the painting:<br />
<blockquote class="tr_bq"><span style="color: blue;">As I see the painting, my heart sings the song ...</span><br />
<em><span style="color: blue;">"Light my soul with thy holy flame. </span></em><br />
<em><span style="color: blue;">let my darkness my sadness melt into light ... "</span></em><br />
<em><span style="color: blue;">[Aguner poroshmoni chhoao pran-e]</span></em></blockquote><br />
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The song fits the painting so beautifully. <br />
It is a Bengali song by Rabindranath Tagore... <br />
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English translations to the lyrics go like this:<br />
(<a href="http://sacred-songs.blogspot.com/2007/06/in-world-of-bliss.html">http://sacred-songs.blogspot.com/2007/06/in-world-of-bliss.html</a>)<br />
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Touch my heart with your fire<br />
So that this life<br />
burns as a glorious offering.<br />
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Let this body<br />
Be like a lamp among the heavens<br />
And every song<br />
Light up in glowing gesture.<br />
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In the heart of darkness<br />
I shall feel your touch<br />
Through the nights<br />
As you light the stars<br />
One after another.<br />
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No darkness shall<br />
Veil this vision -<br />
I shall find wondrous lights<br />
Wherever I gaze.<br />
And my tears<br />
Will find a blazing fervor<br />
As they reach up for the skies. <br />
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~Rabindranath TagoreMahasweta Mitrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16112906799746145848noreply@blogger.com2