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[Aug. 4th, 2013|05:58 am] |
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Es gribeeju uzrakstiit, ka beidzot uzvarees labie. Vairs nekaadu Staljinu, nekaadas masu slepkaviibas, nekaadas masu izsuutiishanas, nekaadas nejeedziibas, nekaadas atombumbas, nekaadus karus, nekaadas ksenofobijas, nekaadus religjiju un rasu naidus, nekaadas melu propagandas, nekaadu melu, nekaada pragmatisma, nekaada materiaalisma, nekaada ateisma, nekaadas dabas piesaarnjoshanas, nekaadas lietusmezhu izcirshanas, nekaadas sugu izzushanas, nekaadas aborigeenu paartaisiishanas par baltajiem, kuri nodzeraas vai nezin ko dariit. Peedeejos 5 tuukstoshus gadu vienmeer uzvareeja sliktie. Taa bija norma. Bet tagad, un jau peec daziem meeneshiem to varees redzeet, uzvarees labie! Pirmo reizi peec 5000 gadiem. Aleluja! :) |
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[Aug. 4th, 2013|10:54 am] |
Mu love is reserved for Giridhara Gopal
And for no-one else.
O ye saints and holy men, I have seen the world and its ways.
I left brothers and relatives
And all I possessed.
Dispensing with worldly shame, I came to sit with the holy men.
I felt joy in the company of the devotees,
On beholding the world I wept.
I planted the creeper of love and watered it with my tears.
I churned the curds
And drew forth the ghee:
The butter-milk I rejected.
The King sent me a cup of poison,
I drank it down with joy.
Miraa`s love has set in deeply,
She accepts whatever comes.
(Miiraabaai) |
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