Old Sadhu

Old Sadhu, originally uploaded by BoazR.

A Sadhu (Saa-dhu) - is a Hindu ascetic or a monk The Sadhu tradition has a long history. It consists of renouncing worldly ties in pursuit of higher values of life. Ideally a Sadhu lives in the society but is detached from its pleasures and pains.

Sadhus typically survive on bhiksha (alms) provided by families, and on natural resources, and they spend most of their time in meditation. A large number of Sadhus assemble for holy festivals such as the Kumbha-Mela.

Reflecting

5 11644c.jpg, originally uploaded by uruandimi.

The Brooding Id

Thank God its Freud Day, originally uploaded by ART NAHPRO.

"From chaos shaped, the Bios grows
In bone And visus broods the Id.
And who can say Whence Eros comes?
Or chart his troubled way?
Nor bearded sage, nor science, yet has shown
How truth or love, when met, is straightly known;
Some phrases singing in our dust today
Have taunted logic through man's Odyssey:
Yet, strangely, man sometimes will find his own.
And every man has felt the arcane flow
Whence brims unchanged the very Attic wine,
Where lives that mute and death-eclipsing glow
That held the Lacedaemonian battle line:
And this, I think, may make what man is choose
The doom of joy he knows he can but lose."

The Mask Of Sanity: An Attempt To Clarify Some Issues About The So-Called Psychopathic Personality

by Hervey Cleckley, M.D.

Passing

Mossy Grave, originally uploaded by Lynn Morag.

Years, following years, steal something every day;
At last they steal us from ourselves away.
~Horace

California

California, originally uploaded by stateofmind_77.

who knows if the moon's a balloon

who knows if the moon's
a balloon,coming out of a keen city
in the sky--filled with pretty people?
(and if you and i should

get into it,if they
should take me and take you into their balloon,
why then
we'd go up higher with all the pretty people

than houses and steeples and clouds:
go sailing
away and away sailing into a keen
city which nobody's ever visited,where

always
it's
Spring)and everyone's
in love and flowers pick themselves

- e.e. cummings

The Road Less Travelled

ATC50, originally uploaded by ART NAHPRO.

The Pier

Pier 01, originally uploaded by mutbka.

La Jolla, California

Das Kampf

das kampf, originally uploaded by S.t.i.j.n.

The 66th Parallel

The 66th Parallel, originally uploaded by Alice's Furrows.

Monumental

Monumental, originally uploaded by bikeracer.

As over them malignant storm clouds flew,
Your poet's days were but disgust, despair;
By all the furies harried, he nowhere
Could find release nor any rest he knew.

Once in Diana's shrine Orestes, too,
Had eased his weary soul from all its care;
So I from my love's shrine had hoped to bear
Away a heart and mind appeased by you.

Such fleeting dreams were quick to disappear.
No sooner on my eyes had flashed the light
Of every hope than blacker was the night.

Since then my heart has been both dark and drear;
How could the verses sprung from it be bright!
Behold how weak and faded they appear!

France Prešeren

The Perfect Man

the perfect man, originally uploaded by gwhughey.

"All of us failed to match our dreams of perfection. So I rate us on the basis of our splendid failure to do the impossible."

William Faulkner