I have meant to post some of my pictures that I took when I was visiting a friend in New Jersey and since I had a great view and the camera I was lucky enough to capture some pictures, So today, I am sharing this with you….I really hope you enjoy it!!!
New Jersey gets a great view of the Manhattan skyline, I will share one of my pictures of that view in another post.
Just like a flash of lightning it lasts only to record its presence.
A photograph may linger on a little longer, perhaps even longer that the one that takes it.
Like at many burials the preacher says, dust to dust and ashes to ashes, we all return to the source, unrecognizable regardless to how dear and steadfast we hold on to it. Everything is fleeting… all is ephemeral!
Oh youth, how well you package me, hiding all my drawbacks, short comings and inequities…. Soon when you fade away, how will I be? How will I hide my faults, blemishes and transgressions? For the only thing that is certain to stay, is ephemerality of all things.
This is called the cannonball flower, found mainly in the Amazon and in tropical climates such as India.
It is believed that the hindu God, Love Shiva loves these flowers. When I was in India in 2014 I took this picture of fresh flowers which were being offered to him-Lord Shiva-as an offering during puja otherwise know as worship or prayer.
Shiva is the cosmic dancer representing destruction, and in all destructions comes the restorations, He is the cosmic fire that destroys and in that destruction come renewal of all things. Like a volcano that erupts, initially it may seem as destruction but over time the soil bears rich fertile soil for all growth,
I hope you enjoy to beauty of this quite rare flower, just as Lord Shiva does.
Someday walking around the streets of New York City you find stuff like this. And I wonder how one would react when one arrives the next morning and finds the wall like this, or perhaps, on a Monday after the weekend is over.
Help me find you no matter how deep and buried you may be.
You maybe boons, triumphs or valor that I’d love to embrace, or…you may be dark, dingy, ugly torments that I find hard to prepare to meet.
Whatever or wherever you are… where did you come from? Are you hand me downs from generations and generations gone by? Or… could it be my own making? Or, perhaps… will I pass it down for generations to come?
Whatever they are… give me the joys that I may enjoy them now, and…and…grant me the strength, bravery and courage to handle the demons I may encounter that I have put off for too, too long.
For secrets that lay hidden can only be burdens for so long. Expose them soon; please expose them soon, for it’s time to turn them into milestones. The time is now; the time is now… don’t you know, tomorrow ceases the moment we reach it!