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Wednesday, April 20, 2011

dream catcher

Long ago when the world was young, an old Lakota spiritual leader was on a high mountain and had a vision. In his vision, Iktomi, the great trickster and teacher of wisdom, appeared in the form of a spider. Iktomi spoke to him in a sacred language. As he spoke, Iktomi the spider picked up the elder's willow hoop which had feathers,horsehair, beads and offerings on it, and began to spin a web.
He spoke to the elder about the cycles of life; how we begin our lives as infants, move on through childhood and on to adulthood. Finally we go to old age where we must be taken care of as infants, completing the cycle. "But", Iktomi said as he continued to spin his web, "in each time of life there are many forces; some good and some bad. If you listen to the good forces, they will steer you in the right direction. But, if you listen to the bad forces, they'll steer you in the wrong direction and may hurt you. So these forces can help, or can interfere with the harmony of Nature. While the spider spoke, he continued to weave his web.
When Iktomi finished speaking, he gave the elder the web and said, "The web is a perfect circle with a hole in the center. Use the web to help your people reach their goals, making good use of their ideas, dreams and visions. If you believe in the great spirit, the web will catch your good ideas and the bad ones will go through the hole." The elder passed on his vision to the people and now many Indian people hang a dream catcher above their bed to sift their dreams and visions. The good is captured in the web of life and carried with the people, but the evil in their dreams drops through the hole in the center of the web and are no longer a part of their lives. It's said that the dream catcher holds the destiny of the future.
~~Author Unknown.~~

Monday, April 18, 2011

your beauty....a treasure to cherish.

your beauty

soft is thy melody
that pours down on us,
in the summer breeze,
in the rays
of the glowing morning sun
audible to ears straining
to hear thy sweet song.
elegant is your persona
sometimes burning
sometimes melting
in fire, ice, rain
it ravels itself
to the eyes that long
to see that grandeur, grace.
to some it’s a treasure to exploit,
to some it’s a treasure to cherish.

Sharmishtha basu

Gypsy Girl

Gypsy Girl
Ten years before my time
I sang a song to a friend of mine
’bout a girl working for a dime

Although I didn’t know that gypsy girl
But knew about her kind of thrill
Her love’s not cheap but always up for sale

Picture this, I was alone
But when I sing this song
I’m not alone
With my gypsy girl

Gypsy lady lost her soul
She’s so scared of growing old
But words don’t age for me to turn to gold

Gypsy girl with raven hair
Eyes like saucers, with a stare
That says she’s the one that never seems to care

Picture this, I was alone
But when I sing this song
I’m not alone
With my gypsy girl

Gypsy girl plays it fair
Throws her hand in the air
Saying that she didn’t really care