Where Roads are Made, I loose my way---
Tagore, The Fruit gathering
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Where roads are made I lose my way.
In the wide water, in the blue sky there is
no line of a track.
The pathway is hidden by the birds' wings,
by the star-fires, by the flowers of the
wayfaring seasons.
And I ask my heart if its blood carries the
wisdom of the unseen way.
Tagore, The Fruit gathering
Tagore, The Fruit gathering
This little one had a big name, Bahadur (brave) or something. I loved his innocent face and asked his mother if I could take his picture. Paro, Bhutan, 2012
A over head view of Paro Cho (river), Paro, Bhutan, 2012
Budha Point, Thimphu, Bhutan, 2012
Three School girls returning home….two of them on the ground, because they had started laughing at something, as all young girls do. They laughed so hard that they lost control--oh, the joy….., Paro, Bhutan, 2012
In the wide water, in the blue sky there is
no line of a track.
The pathway is hidden by the birds' wings,
by the star-fires, by the flowers of the
wayfaring seasons.
And I ask my heart if its blood carries the
Tagore, The Fruit gathering
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