To be in the meadow with spring in my veins watching the sun blink in the space between midday and early evening. Nature is a reader of minds, fanatasies and dreams.
It's a place where language stops; like the confident punctuation mark, the full stop. Here's a spot of Indian poetry for you this weekend. I am quite in love with this poem below by Keshava Dasa. It's richly illustrated and I love how Romance is celebrated in the Indian culture. Have a nice weekend, everyone!;-)
