That is why, brother, I became a madcap Baul. No master I obey, nor injunctions,
canons or custom. Now no men-made distinctions have any hold on me, and I revel
only in the gladness of my own welling love. In love there’s no separation, but
commingling always. So I rejoice in song and dance with each and all.
~ Narahari Baul
How brave you are for slowing down
Truly, we live with mysteries too marvelous to be understood
A reunion of the seminal Indian / European jazz fusion band for NPR's Tiny Desk Concert
My mother is three years younger than Nakba
From the series of Palestinian poets
I pray for Israel, I pray for Palestine
Trio Mandili is a Georgian vocal group, here they perform a piece entitled "The Prayer"
A Lovely Vintage Illustrated Poem About the Meaning and Measure of Enough
