A Microcosm of the Macrocosm
To see a cathedral in a flower,
to be drunk with its nectar,
under an opalescent sky.
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“Infinity is our Home. We are just sojourning awhile in the caravanserai of the body.”
~ Paramahansa Yoganada~
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Beautiful poem.
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September 9, 2013 at 3:44 PM
Thank you.
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September 9, 2013 at 6:52 PM
oh, it’s glorious
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September 9, 2013 at 3:46 PM
Thanks so much, Paulo!
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September 9, 2013 at 6:53 PM
Deliciously gorgeous.
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September 10, 2013 at 2:19 AM
Thank you so very much!
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September 10, 2013 at 11:48 AM
You’ve met William Blake here; “to see the world in a grain of sand&heaven in a wild flower, hold infinity in the palm of your hands and eternity in an hour.”
Peace & Light
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September 10, 2013 at 5:29 AM
One of my favorite poems of all time. I love Blake but never made the connection. Of course, his poem inspired mine. Thank you for marking the link.
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September 10, 2013 at 11:56 AM
My immediate thoughts from reading the title were of the multiple macro-and-microeconomics courses I took ages ago — and then I read the beautiful words and I was reminded of the awesome wonder of fractiles.
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September 11, 2013 at 12:09 PM
You’re right. They are awesome– as is string theory but I know very little about either. Ugh, economics, couldn’t take it.
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September 11, 2013 at 12:11 PM
Beautiful pictures and words …
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September 13, 2013 at 11:22 AM
Thanks, Bert– nice to see you here again.
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September 13, 2013 at 2:10 PM