Photographs from a walk or two in Bandra, some music to go with it, and some verses.
We Are Of A Tribe
We plant seeds in the ground
And dreams in the sky,
Hoping that, someday, the roots of one
Will meet the upstretched limbs of the other.
It has not happened yet.
We share the sky, all of us, the whole world:
Together, we are a tribe of eyes that look upward,
Even as we stand on uncertain ground.
The earth beneath us moves, quiet and wild,
Its boundaries shifting, its muscles wavering.
The dream of sky is indifferent to all this,
Impervious to borders, fences, reservations.
The sky is our common home, the place we all live.
There we are in the world together.
The dream of sky requires no passport.
Blue will not be fenced. Blue will not be a crime.
Look up. Stay awhile. Let your breathing slow.
Know that you always have a home here.
- Alberto Ríos
“And I kept thinking about how sky is a singular noun, as if it's one thing. But the sky isn't one thing. The sky is everything.”
- John Green
“The sky is everywhere, it begins at your feet.”
- Jandy Nelson
Again and again, even though we know love’s landscape
and the little churchyard with its lamenting names
and the terrible reticent gorge in which the others
end: again and again the two of us walk out together
under the ancient trees, lay ourselves down again and again
among the flowers, and look up into the sky.
- Rainer Maria Rilke
Agli baar, samandar par. 🧿
Yours,
Janani.
agli baar, samandar paar yessss
Better and better in each new frame J!