Pacing with pride
Atop his fort’s bastion,
Walks on the war field
Playing to the calm,
To the death of soldiers.
The full moon on September 28, 2015, is the closest supermoon of the year (356,896 kilometers or 221,754 miles). What’s more, this September 28, 2015 full moon has staged a total lunar eclipse, concluding a series of Blood Moon eclipses that started with the total lunar eclipse of April 15, 2014.
Sadly this is one of the best images of what my DSLR allowed me to get.
How often, asleep at night, am I convinced of just such familiar events that I am here in my fancy gown, sitting by the fire when in fact I am lying in bed! Yet at the moment my eyes are certainly wide awake when I look at this piece of paper; I shake my head and it is not asleep; as I stretch out and feel my hand I do so deliberately, and I know what I am doing. All this would not happen with such distinctness to someone asleep.
Indeed! As if I did not remember other occasions when I have been tricked by exactly similar thoughts while asleep! As I think about this more carefully, I see plainly that there are never any sure signs by means of which being awake can be distinguished from being asleep. The result is that I begin to feel dazed, and this very feeling only reinforces the notion that I may be asleep.
If I cant define whether being asleep is different than staying awake, then how can I define what is a dream?
This is one of the most favorite photos taken by me. It was in 2009 that Me and My younger sister made a trip to Porbandar and went Bird watching/chasing to Kuchchdi with other relatives. 🙂
Sometimes I’m overwhelmed by words
how they keep drumming in a beat –
knocking inside my head at night
they just continue on repeat.
Sometimes they don’t come at all
their pounding totally complete
I try to think of new inspiration
but sadly, I only get – defeat.
My twin sister and I were born with a rare genetic defect, which means I can only tell the truth and she can only lie.
She says I’m making it up, of course.
The funny thing is, because we never have perfect information, I often speak a truth that turns out to be false, and she lies in a way that’s actually true.
“That’s not funny,” she says. As she would.
“I was just explaining…”
“Stop it,” she growls. “I’m the one who tells the truth. You’re the one who lies.”
Maybe she’s right.
Honestly, it’s quite hard to tell.
I love Minions. Nuff Said! 🙂