Saturday, February 14, 2009

Spring day in Islamabad. After a good hike in the hills.


By the Nobel Prize winning Bengali artist, writer and poet: Rabindranath Tagore.

Stream of Life
by Rabindranath Tagore

The same stream of life that runs through my veins night and day
runs through the world and dances in rhythmic measures.

It is the same life that shoots in joy through the dust of the earth
in numberless blades of grass
and breaks into tumultuous waves of leaves and flowers.

It is the same life that is rocked in the ocean-cradle of birth
and of death, in ebb and in flow.

I feel my limbs are made glorious by the touch of this world of life.
And my pride is from the life-throb of ages dancing in my blood this moment

Song sung in Bengali: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zlfKdbWwruY

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A few pieces of art from a recent showing at the Pakistan National Art Gallery.




Coca Cola - nestled in the mountains of Pakistan. Ha.