The moving finger writes; and, having writ, Moves on:

A beloved friend of mine Rupesh has left his body a few days ago. We grew up together in Poona India. Playing and working in the vrindavan kitchen of the Rajneesh ashram. And learning what it is to share, to love and server and resist and surrender to things and people we do not understand and yet know that is the way of it for it speaks to our soul.
So this famous poem comes to me to share with you today.

The moving finger writes; and, having writ,
Moves on: nor all thy piety nor wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a line,
Nor all thy tears wash out a word of it.
—The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam

Love sagar

Rembrandt’ Birthday Amsterdam at it’s best

Good morning to you all…Today is Rembrandt’s Birthday and to commemorate it the birthday…This mourning 15th of July there was a free breakfast, coffee and entrance from 7:00-9:00 into The Rijksmuseum, Amsterdam.

The fun part is I got to gossip and connect with people…Find out a bit what they are doing and what is happening in their lives…I smiled at one lady and then she said I know you…It turns out she was working at the Rose (new age growth center in Amsterdam) and she remembered me from the days I did hypnosis…I talked about the work of Byron Katie she said she would put Katie’s one day event up on the Rose bulletin board…And we talked about how people become fixed aided and closed and do not want outsiders to interfere in their lives especially at their work place…And what happens is that people push away new possibilities and new experiences…and I suggested that if people are open then they can investigate what they think would happen if some new or a new way of working comes into their lives…I love that she listened…And of course, the question is, as always, am I listening …