Dear Deborah-- This poem and picture touched my heart in a deep place. Thank you for showing us your real treasure--the one that can't be impacted by the Dow!
Hi Deborah, I can read this two ways. First it came to mind that I (the reader) am the most valuable gift. But then it could be that in giving I in my gift surpass all of the other donors? I vote for the first cause I like it better. :-) ..
The Cloud Messenger (Meghadūta) is a lyric poem by the respected Indian poet, Kālidāsa. The poem centers around a yaksa in exile. Longing for his beloved, waiting for him on a Himalayan mountain, he asks a cloud to take a message to her. The sights he tells the cloud it will see on its way make up most of the poem.
The idea of recording observations appeals to me. I thought The Cloud Messenger was the perfect title for a blog about the journey that we all make as we move through our days.
I'm a baby boomer who grew up dancing in the streets of Detroit during the classic Motown years, lived beside the Rocky Mountains for many years, now retired and living (and writing full time) in S. Ontario. I have one blog for rock 'n' roll oldies, and one for nature, poetry and life along the Lake.
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Oh how perfect Deborah. I can so relate too. Great photo to accompany too.
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Symbols and tokens can never compare to the giver of those symbols and tokens. Such a beautiful poem. Thanks.
Sorry. That's the chorister academy blog--I'm doing some work for my daughter's choir right now!
How blessed you are to have such a gift!
Timeless treasures, but the most important is that of the heart and the friendship that links you between the material objects.
So lovely. And so true. The giver, not the gift is what matters.
A perfect sentiment. The material is always of a lesser nature to the emotional, human values.
what a beautiful sentiment
and photo
I like how casually arranged the objects are - as if they're in motion
It is perfect! and so beautiful and so true! Thanks, Deborah.
Many things in life are as you write, 'of value'. Most of these are replaceable. The gift that is not, does indeed 'surpass' all others.
lovely!! the priceless gift.
What an eloquent statement. Lovely poem.
The rose isn't beautiful because the rose is beautiful. The rose is beautiful for the time you spent with it. Adapted from The Little Prince.
Dear Deborah--
This poem and picture touched my heart in a deep place.
Thank you for showing us your real treasure--the one that can't be impacted by the Dow!
Oh, this is perfect!
Now that's a true gift!!
JP/deb
..the ecg etc do not reveal what lies hidden inside a heart-a gift-the one that u have..many thanks..
Hi Deborah, I can read this two ways. First it came to mind that I (the reader) am the most valuable gift.
But then it could be that in giving I in my gift surpass all of the other donors?
I vote for the first cause I like it better. :-)
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I had to peek at your larger photo; I love the collection. The poem fits perfectly.
That's beautiful. What a grand sentiment, so aptly put forth.
Beautiful thought and haiku.
amazing how we forget so easily the beauty of life... a beautiful sentiment...
you are so right...people before things, always!
That's a sweet sentiment.
Our loved are the best gifts we could possibly have.
Thank you for all the kind visits.
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