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The Color of Beauty is Art

Anyone who says you can't see a thought simply doesn't know art

The Feeling of Oneness is Holy Taste

The Nature of Beauty is Happiness.

The Beauty of Understanding is Peace.

The Nature satisfies me more than the any Religious places

O, Wonderful Nature- 

I Love you, 

Just because you're beautiful 

and 

perfect master!

O, Beautiful Nature, 

Whatever you doing, 

the way you Artistic, 

makes me

 Wonderful

universal

I can't be mad, because I can't stay upset with myself

I am in love with the Universe. 

The Nature makes my nature gentle, 

then I become one with it.

 Our deepest roots are in nature. 

No matter who we are, where we live, 

or what kind of life we lead, 

we remain irrevocably linked with the rest of creation. 

 If there is any wisdom running through my life now,

 in my walking on this earth,

 it came from listening in the Great Silence to the stones,

 trees, 

space, 

the wild animals, 

to the pulse of all life as my heartbeat.

Natural

Season's are silent poetry

The creation of beauty is Art

Art is a human expression of nature

Words are signs of natural facts

The only way that we can know truth---

the spiritual truths of ourselves and of God---

is through the agency of nature. 

Therefore, 

natural facts are symbols or metaphors, 

standing for something beyond 

the physical

Love You

 In short,
 in the first step of my journey of life 
that 
began with the label of ‘Shaheer’ beamed the consciousness
 of all lying within my fold.
 In addition,
 in every moment of life,
 the echo of my sighs impinges upon the string of existence
 and 
in the motion of my breaths,
 it indulges in the paeans of rapturous delight. 

“Aha!”

Oh, for the AHA that Moments into my soul.

 'AHA' rather than Sadness is the Beauty of Life

                                                                                         

Aha!” 

The tune and rhythm of ‘bravo’ becomes an ascetic act.

“Aha!” 
The echo of this ‘Aha’ becomes a holy recitation.

Aha Moments

The harmonious character of this vast existence
 takes every object within its fold of uniformity
 and 
unites uniformity with the Shape-determiner. 
The peeping of the sun into the calm moments of dawn,
 the chirping of the birds,
 the appearance of the trees in peaceful colors 
and 
above the motion of breaths
 (the act of respiration), 
the muteness of existence—
the homogeneity of all these processes and then,
 merges them into the unknown feelings 
and 
perceptions— 

Making the bodily into the bodiless, 

Turning color into colorlessness, 

Turning shape into shapelessness,

beauty of moment

Suddenly something transpired, 
I realized that from beyond some feeling 
or 
perception was waking my sense of existence 
with the twist of some emotion suppressed within me.
 What it was,
 there was no way to apprehend it. 
When the consciousness, 
lurking in the frown on my forehead, 
received the quiver of some sound 
through the cavities of my ears, 
then— 

To every human’s personalitiy, 

I felt incapable of conveying 

The shape of every happening, 

The awareness of every environment, 

And
the feelings
and
expressions on every countenance.

My Journey

In the depth of my being there is a soundless rhythm. 

A Rhythm that lives in the Silence of the universe.

 It accepts to melt with Spring; 

now it takes shape like Flowers 

and 

Aroma is it's Song without Words and Sounds.

 When I listen to its rhythm [Aroma] with my mind,

 I see only the beauty of its rhythm ; 

When I touch my being

 I listen to its beat 

and 

vibrations.