A poem about Radha and Krishna by E. E. Cummings.
i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart) i am never without it (anywhere i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing, my darling) i fear
no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i want
no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true) Continue reading →
Once upon a time, Sri Krishna was wandering in the forest with his friends. It was a very hot and sunny day and they were all drained of energy. There was a grove of trees beckoning them. The leaves were dark green and the branches were dense. Not a ray of light was coming through this cover of greenery. It was dark and cool. They took shelter in this space. Continue reading →
A wise old owl sat in an oak,
The more he heard, the less he spoke;
The less he spoke, the more he heard;
Why aren’t we all like that wise owl.
Owls are loved by so many of us. We associate them with wisdom and solitude. Continue reading →