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Ulrich R. Rohmer The Book Of Enoch And The Syriac Revelation Of John (Peshitta)

A Textbook Inviting To Discover A Close Relation

Philosophy
English
50756 Words
Ages 14 and up
825
1

Instead of getting lost in infinite canon discussions hoping to clarify the question whether there is a right and valid canon being approved by God or not, any interested reader should simply start to transcend his or her prejudice by reading different texts, and the field is huge and extremely interesting. Any diligent student will be astonished of the richness the texts do provide on both, different angles of perspectives and manifold cross connections. The Book of Enoch is an important example in this regard. Many passages in the Book of Revelation can only be understood from the background of Enoch. In order to show that I have added the Book of John of Patmos, but this time not from a Greek translation as usual, but from the so called Syriac Peshitta, which is the Syrian bible and as such very old too. This is also a special reference to those countless Christians who have been recently killed by rebels supported by people telling us of a deep necessity to fight terrorism – you hopefully know what I mean. My thoughts and prayers go out to Syria. The Peshitta is a wonderful and deep witness of biblical words transmitted by those belonging to the oldest Christians in the world. Professional theologians – and I know from what I´m talking – are in large part good and honest people. Many work hard “chewing text by text” in order to find meaning and what is called kerygma, which they are able to preach and say to listening people. But sometimes they talk too much about texts instead of trusting in the power of efficacia we mentioned above. Thus a sermon or speech often becomes more important than the courage to expose mind and soul to a text by oneself. This is the reason many people have not learned simply reading texts by themselves. We live in times of so called secondary literature – important are not original texts demanding patience, time and diligence, but secondary texts on original texts: books on the bible, books on apocrypha, books on pseudepigrapha, books on everything from Pontius till Pilate. But the real challenge is the original text, and it is my intention to have The Book of Enoch and The Revelation published to provide many readers an easy access to amazing and very old texts. Read those words all by yourself! Look for yourself and find cross connections! Find for yourself the hidden treasure in very old texts which have been moved minds and souls of believers at all times! Go, read and see! And have patience… [more]

Keywords: Peshitta, Revelation of John, The Book of Enoch, canon, Syrian churches, Protestant churches, Catholic churches, efficacia verbi divini, inspired word of God, kerygma, secondary literature, original texts, patience, diligence, right and valid canon

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H. Rider Haggard King Solomon's Mines

Adventure
English
80733 Words
Ages 6 and up
227
2

King Solomon's Mines is a popular novel by the Victorian adventure writer and fabulist Sir H. Rider Haggard. It tells of a search of an unexplored region of Africa by a group of adventurers led by Allan Quatermain for the missing brother of one of the party. It is the first English adventure novel set in Africa, and is considered to be the genesis of the Lost World literary genre. Allan Quatermain, an adventurer and white hunter based in Durban, in what is now South Africa, is approached by aristocrat Sir Henry Curtis and his friend Captain Good, seeking his help finding Sir Henry's brother, who was last seen travelling north into the unexplored interior on a quest for the fabled King Solomon's Mines. Quatermain has a mysterious map purporting to lead to the mines, but had never taken it seriously. However, he agrees to lead an expedition in return for a share of the treasure, or a stipend for his son if he is killed along the way. He has little hope they will return alive, but reasons that he has already outlived most people in his profession, so dying in this manner at least ensures that his son will be provided for. They also take along a mysterious native, Umbopa, who seems more regal, handsome and well-spoken than most porters of his class, but who is very anxious to join the party. Travelling by oxcart, they reach the edge of a desert, but not before a hunt in which a wounded elephant claims the life of a servant. They continue on foot across the desert, almost dying of thirst before finding the oasis shown halfway across on the map. Reaching a mountain range called Suliman Berg, they climb a peak (one of "Sheba's Breasts") and enter a cave where they find the frozen corpse of José Silvestre (also spelt Silvestra), the 16th-century Portuguese explorer who drew the map in his own blood. That night, a second servant dies from the cold, so they leave his body next to Silvestra's, to "give him a companion". They cross the mountains into a raised valley, lush and green, known as Kukuanaland. The inhabitants have a well-organised army and society and speak an ancient dialect of IsiZulu. Kukuanaland's capital is Loo, the destination of a magnificent road from ancient times. The city is dominated by a central royal kraal. [more]

Keywords: king solomons mines, h rider haggard, action and adventure, lost world, alternative history, thriller and suspense

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Peter Bernhardt KUSS DER SCHAMANENTOCHTER

REVOLTE, VERLORENER SCHATZ UND SCHMUGGLER (BUCH 2: DIVA UNVERZAGT)

Mystery & Crime
German
97498 Words
Ages 12 and up
96
0

Vor dem Hintergrund des schroffen Sangre de Cristo-Gebirges hofft die aufstrebende Diva SYLVIA MAZZONI, ihr Debüt an der Santa Fe Opera und ein romantisches Wiedersehen mit ihrem Liebhaber, dem Washingtoner Anwalt ROLF KELLER, zu verbinden. Aber Rolfs alter Erzfeind vom Jurastudium, CHARLES SLATER, der jetzt Archäologe ist, stört ihr Rendezvous. Er ist auf der Flucht vor skrupellosen Antiquitätenhändlern, die hinter seinen jüngsten Funden prähistorischer indianischer Artefakte her sind. Nachdem Slater unter mysteriösen Umständen verschwunden ist, stürzt sich Rolf in die Wildnis von New Mexico, um nach ihm und seiner unschätzbaren Beute zu suchen. Bald befindet er sich auf der verzweifelten Flucht nicht nur vor den Waffen von mörderischen Schmugglern, sondern auch vor dem FBI. Als die ursprüngliche Sopranistin, die für die Rolle der Tosca engagiert wurde, stimmliche Probleme entwickelt, soll Sylvia als Ersatz in letzter Minute einspringen: eine gewaltige Herausforderung, bedeute es doch einen riesigen Karrieresprung. Um das anspruchsvolle Santa-Fe-Publikum zu beindrucken und sich damit die Türen zu den führenden Opernhäusern der Welt zu öffnen, muss sie ihr Letztes geben. Doch die Schmuggler, die vor nichts zurückschrecken, um Slaters kostbaren Antiquitäten in die Hände zu bekommen, nehmen sie und Rolf ins Visier. Während Sylvia und Rolf die kryptischen Hinweise enträtseln, die Slater hinterlassen hat, stoßen sie auf die faszinierende Legende von der jungen Tochter eines Schamanen, TEYA, die eine entscheidende Rolle beim Pueblo-Indianer-Aufstand von 1680 gegen die spanischen Unterdrücker spielte und vielleicht den Schatz eines verlorenen Pueblos verbarg. Jetzt, drei Jahrhunderte später, kreuzen sich die Wege von Teya, Sylvia und Rolf in diesem fesselnden Geschichtsthriller, in dem es um archäologische Verbrechen, Geschichte des amerikanischen Südwestens und große Oper geht. Englische Ausgabe: Kiss of the Shaman’s Daughter - Revolt, Lost Treasure, and Smugglers (Book 2: Diva Undaunted); 2022 Arizona Authors Association Literary Contest: Second Place Auch von Peter Bernhardt: Die Stasi-Akte―Oper und Spionage: Eine Tödliche Kombination (Buch 1: Diva Unverzagt) Englische Ausgabe: The Stasi File―Opera and Espionage: A Deadly Combination (Book 1: Diva Undaunted), 2011 Amazon Breakthrough Novel Award Quarterfinalist; 2022 Arizona Authors Association Literary Contest: First Place Roter Romeo - Stasi Gigolos und die Spionjägerin von Deutschland (Inspiriert durch tatsächlich zugetragene Ereignisse) Englische Ausgabe: Red Romeo - Stasi Gigolos and the Spy Hunter of Germany (Inspired by Actual Events) [more]

Keywords: Indianischer Kriminalroman, Revolte, Verlorener Schatz, Schmuggler, Kriminalroman, Pueblo Aufstand, Oper Thriller, Archäologischer Krimi

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Madeleine Wilson Fitness Cookbook: 600 Wholesome Recipes for a Balanced and Active Life

Cooking
English
145266 Words
No Age Recommendation
15
0

Fitness Cookbook: 600 Wholesome Recipes for a Balanced & Active Life Embark on a transformative culinary journey with my latest creation, the "Fitness Cookbook: 600 Wholesome Recipes for a Balanced & Active Life." As someone passionate about health and well-being, I've crafted this cookbook to be your companion on the path to a vibrant and fulfilling lifestyle. Within the pages of this cookbook, you'll find a treasure trove of healthy recipes designed to nourish your body and fuel your fitness journey. From nutrient-rich meals to protein-packed dishes, each recipe is a step towards achieving your wellness goals. Join me in exploring the art of fitness cuisine, where a balanced diet meets the demands of an active lifestyle. Whether you're an athlete seeking muscle-building recipes or someone focused on clean eating, my cookbook has you covered. Navigate the world of fitness meal planning with confidence, discovering energizing foods, wellness recipes, and wholesome cooking techniques. I've curated a collection of performance meals and nourishing plates, ensuring that every bite contributes to your overall well-being. Transform your kitchen into an athlete's haven with gym-friendly dishes, fit food ideas, and healthy fitness snacks. Embrace the joy of savoring well-balanced meals and clean eating recipes that align with your fitness aspirations. Quench your thirst for fitness fuel options and refreshing beverages as you follow my hydration strategies to keep you on the right track. This cookbook isn't just a compilation of recipes; it's a personal guide to holistic fitness nutrition, reflecting my commitment to helping you achieve your health and fitness goals. Let the "Fitness Cookbook" be your trusted ally as you embrace a lifestyle that celebrates the harmony between delicious food and an active, balanced life. Together, let's fuel your body, energize your workouts, and savor the joy of well-being—one delectable recipe at a time. [more]

Keywords: fitness cookbook, healthy recipes, nutrient-rich meals, fitness cuisine, balanced diet, workout fuel, protein-packed dishes, nutritional guidance, athlete's kitchen, muscle-building recipes, clean eating cookbook, fitness meal planning, energizing foods, wellness recipes, exercise nutrition, wholesome cooking, performance meals, nourishing plates, active lifestyle recipes, fit food ideas, gym-friendly dishes, fitness meal ideas, healthy fitness snacks, wholesome meals, clean eating recipes, energizing drinks, workout nutrition, exercise-friendly food, well-balanced plates, gym-friendly diet, refreshing beverages, fitness fuel options, hydration strategies, holistic fitness nutrition [more][Less]

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Carl Plumer Mad About Undead You

A Zombie Apocalypse Love Story

Humor
English
2126 Words
Ages 14 and up
460
1

Why Wait Another Minute? MAD ABOUT UNDEAD YOU Delivers Scares And Romance Now! ☢ Cathren Whitney and Donovan Codell are twenty-something lovers whose relationship is on the rocks. When a zombie outbreak occurs (and we all know how that can put a wrench in a love affair), they must run for their lives. Along the way, the couple attempts to heal their broken connection, but before they can decide what's next for them, Cathren finds herself bitten by an enraged frozen head. ☢ Hold on. Let's take a step back... ☢ As it turns out, the zombie epidemic was caused by a chemical leakage into the aquifer from the local factory specializing in cryogenics (freezing and storing people after death, typically just the head). The cryogenics firm was able to reanimate some heads. Unfortunately, they are not happy about being brought back from the beyond, and have the disposition of rabid dogs. ☢ ❝The head dropped out of the scientist's hands and plopped onto the floor. The thing skidded across the lab and spun to a stop at the feet of a terrified Cathren Whitney. She screamed again. The head lay there, looking up at her, snarling, drooling, foaming at the mouth, eyes wild. Then, it bit her.❞ ☢ After the bite from the frozen head, and in combination with her unique DNA, Cathren morphs into a half-zombie. Burkhart Egesa, a diabolical but well-intentioned fiend, has decided the only way to end the zombie breakout is to dissect Cathren--alive! ☢ ❝'I must have living organs,' Egesa said. 'The heart still beating, the lungs still breathing. Don't worry, she won't feel a thing. She can't move; she can't awaken. She couldn't sense pain even if I did this crudely. But I'm an expert. A man of science.' With that, he switched on the tiny buzz saw and slowly lowered it towards Cathren's chest.❞ ☢ Somehow, Cathren and Donovan escape to Alcatraz, their new home. Unfortunately, the island is overrun by zombies, too, and they must flee again. They are chased by zombie Native Americans, hired goons, mobs of zombies and survivalists--even zombie sharks! Cathren and Donovan survive and paddle to Treasure Island, but the island's been overrun by zombie librarians! The young couple are captured again and face certain death. Zombies pound at the door, the mob of the undead crushing against the metal doors, forcing them open. ☢ ❝With an agonized screech, one hinge burst off the left door, allowing the first monster to surge into the room. The stench of rotting flesh wafted in, and most everyone present gagged. The creature stood there, panting, eyeing the group. Then it attacked.❞ ☢ Can San Francisco be saved? Can love conquer the undead? Will Cathren and Donovan find freedom, safety, and true love? ☢ Find out for yourself! Scroll up and grab a copy today. [more]

Keywords: zombies, romance, humour, Halloween, kindle, ebook, fiction, satire, romantic comedy, paranormal

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Rene' van Zyl Wee Monk's Tale

The Secret Of Immortality

Adventure
English
142704 Words
Ages 14 and up
48
0

A MYSTERY, A QUEST, A COUPLE OF GUTSY TEENAGERS AGAINST ALL ODDS 795 AD: A time of superstitious beliefs and dangerous forces. When Viking marauders burn the monastery on the Scottish Island, Iona, the orphaned Shaughn (14) is forced to flee the only home he ever knew in a desperate attempt to save a precious altar Bible. Not willing to be left behind, his cripple step-brother Connor (14) (with grand illusions of becoming a knight) and Heather (13), a superstitious, street-wise gypsy girl, accompany him on the adventure of a lifetime.Hot on the heels of the relic follows the fierce Viking, Thorvald, who is convinced that the Bible contains a secret recipe (a potion for eternal life). The escaping teenagers are cast into every imaginable medieval drama, from a bewitched castle to an encounter with a nasty Druid and even weird Viking Tournament Things.Shaughn, who passes the time reading Latin (a super-weird hobby for even a medieval teenager!) is clearly not equipped for this mission. Meanwhile, the cynical Connor, who harbours aspirations of becoming a famous knight, notwithstanding a lame foot and serious lack of valour, appoints himself bodyguard to Shaughn. But the brothers can barely stay on top of the spirited horse they fled on!Their only hope lies in the quarrelsome gypsy, Heather. Half Spanish and severely traumatised by the abuse she suffered at the hands of her stepparents, her single wish is to find her mother who, according to her, was abducted by fairies when Heather was 6 years old. Skilled as an archer, she saves the naïve boys from various predicaments but her superstitious nature soon drives them crazy. Shaughn, who is focused on his mission, is determined to educate her, whilst Connor finds it hard not to believe all her weird superstitions.As if it isn’t enough that they are being harassed by a group of Vikings and their nasty offspring, an ‘undercover’ witch and each other, the teenagers also have to deal with Heather’s drunken step-father (an ex-communicated monk who wants the Bible’s bejewelled cover), the midget druid and his ogre-like twin brothers who plan to sacrifice the kids on the night of the all-dead, and an eccentric Pilgrim who appears and disappears like a ghost. Their greatest enemy, however, might just be their own insecurities.Through this journey of outsmarting medieval foes, the bickering children, barely equipped to deal with the threatening choices of real life, touch the lives of many hurt and lost people and also find real friendship. The journey teaches them to trust God unconditionally and to find the heroes inside themselves.A note on the Altar Bible: The Book of Kells.Fact: The Gospel of Colmcille is considered the most important treasure contained in the Trinity College Museum, Dublin. During the Viking raids on Iona in 795, the Bible disappeared and mysteriously reappeared at the monastery of Kells, Ireland. How it ended up there nobody knows...Fiction: Well, maybe three canny teenagers rescued it! [more]

Keywords: Medieval action adventure, Vikings, Fiction, Christian fiction, Adventure, Action, Religion, Ireland, British Isles, Book of Kells, St. Colmcille, Medieval Ireland, Teenage adventure Medieval, Druids, Monks, Humerous

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Original:Perugu.Ramakrishna Flemingo

Translation:Jagadhaatri

Poetry
English
3399 Words
No Age Recommendation
670
3

FLEMINGO..(lONG POEM ON MIGRATED BIRDS) Time is infinite Time is a canoe Time is a winged dove Time is desert silence Time is the rumble of the oceans Time is the showering rain droplet It is the tremor of the heart Time is the lingo of history Time is an eternal test A non stop journey is time A ceased path is time Time is life Time is a flow Time is death Time is the opportune right Time is a tide Time is the breath Time is invisible Time is tangible Time is a scene of beauty The breath of an atom is time The tune of an iota is time Time is the play of life and death Time is the envoy of peace and terror There is no shore that the time has not touched And no ray of light untouched by time Time is the manifestation of the ancient Brahman The modern interpretation of duty is time Time is earthly and heaven Time is eternal Time is the river of life Life is a journey In the stream of time! (2) Journey Is a feature of instability The flow A lively spirit Flower voyages Pollinated From flower to flower The bird travels As love From shore to shore As a lineage Procreation Is the maternal instinct And desire for procreation Is the essence of the expansion of the soul Copulation Is it only pertaining to the man alone? Justice in creation Flourishes in plural Many rain droplets do make a rain Umpteen leaves do make a tree Millions of cells do make one creation Loneliness is not the trait of the world Embossing fetus in the ovum The bird blows the warmth of breath The cosmic universe is Perceived in totality by the inner eye (3) Every move is a journey Every death is a journey Every birth is a voyage Flight is the winning spirit of the migrating birds The effort of the ocean of love Is to procreate As the oceans run With the feet of waves As the air flows In wavy winds As life continues With the unending breaths As the world rounds in Non stop news In wings and wings Do fly and arrive these birds The creatures with passion and patience Thousands of kilometers of restless journey To the destination afar In search of wonderlands A partly witness of the Irrepressible instinct The soaring birds flying Like hunks of the rainbow Like the seven colored sankranthi(pongal rangoli) The flowing sea of the bird flock Floats on the treasures of the blue oceans The jingling song of the migrating birds Is a travel A stopover A sojourn A libido All are the traces of the moving time…. (4) The bird is the Infinite freedom with sprouted wings The eyes filled with a fear And a shiver As the soldier of the border forces The bird is a being, all time alert Onlooker with a quest It is the bird that Smears a mosaic of colors To the ends of the wings And tips of the tails The bird is the one Which casts net and Catches hold of the Jet velocity And the splendor of winds In the moment of hunger It is the bird that Surgically operates the available food And feeds on it as a fork Welcoming a dawn The bird is the Wake up call To the society Crossing a cold night Slivering the foggy morn With its beak Flying fast with its legs apart Runs the bird in prey hunt Testing the air contaminated From the farthest branch Of a tall tree It is the bird that removes the pollution On a sunny afternoon On a choicest water meadow It is the bird that Jumps and thumps And somersaults Playing water khabaddi Fluttering the body Dries its wings Measuring the distance of thousands of miles It is the migrating bird That carries The history of the other side of the world To the culture this side And the race of that land To this generation here The bird is the flying goddess of passion A flying message of peace Completing the journeys By the twilight of dusk Gathering near the tree It is the bird that gets ready for a chorus concert It is the bird that reflects The mynahs of poesy Gandharvas (divine singers) of music And the doyens of music Hunger, sleep, love, and passion Are similar to all the living beings Between birth and death Birds too have relations They are not promiscuous Birds too have a social life They do not know social betrayal The bird that unfolds its broad wings of vast feels Seldom knows selfishness It does not contract with narrow mindedness To the lady bird That sits over in hatching With all balance and patience The snacks of Pulicot Brought tucked in the bags beneath its nose Is fed in pecks and perks by the male The bird is beyond jealousy and hatred To the villagers who saved it from Any one shooting a bullet The bird as a good Samaritan in ardent gratitude, Makes the land fertile with its drops Gifting a three times crop and leaves the land The bird must be a role model for the man..!! For sincerity and commitment And discipline. (5) Exodus is an unending journey Migration an age old fete When the hues of life’s backdrop change Exodus is a weapon When the clouds anger Making scarce a droplet of rain The village turns an exodus To the anna datha (farmer) The farmer’s life turns a coolie Exodus transports a generation Exodus changes the way of life At times migration in life Encircles as a whirl pool At times drowns as a typhoon It makes you travel out to the continents For the sake of the tiny belly There is no race and no religion The hunger’s language is universal It may sojourn over anywhere Will make you do anything Stretches its hand until the belly is filled From a dark continent On to the dais of light From an icy country To the warm place Builds the bridge of the seasons (6) The pelicans moving on the wings of time The flamingos that ram in the air car The Painted storks flown in like kites Fluttering on the Konkanai Sails of the waves are the black cranes As the ambassadors of many countries Have taken part in the international conference The nature is all over colorful messages of love All the festivals of love of the bird tourists Are happily celebrated by the youth On all the branches of the land are the happy resorts In whichever village lost is the eye It is the hustle of the moving colorful dreams Are the goods of the empires of Manmadha(god of love) The secrets of Mithuna rasi(Zodiac sign pertaining to love) The hundred puzzles of the colorful flying boats All over the Pulicot lake is the congregation of romantic heroes All over the sky of Pulicot are the airs of emotions Each bird is a hoisted flag of poesy The colorful parrot is a short poem of dreams The dark legged crane that has soiled its feet in the dirt of darkness Washes them in the blue Pulicot The myriad colored sea-parrot Dives into the waters as the water drawing pulley Alone a great sage Stands on single foot in penance When in the shades of waters narayani(heron) appears He chants the manthra of gutakayaswaha(i.e. to swallow it) Folding its wings to the sides of time Gudaswami(the paddy bird or pond heron) Takes thrice a dip in the Pulitheertham(name of a place) As if thousands of women Are stilled as a picture In the postures of classical Indian dances On the dais are the postures of the imitating flamingos The everlasting fight of the usurpers for the water treasure And for the enticing damsels As if the Nelapattu has blown the snake charm Every now and then they journey to the home Naughty kids being the waves, Floating are the winged boats The structure that has turned The Pralaya Kaveri(stormy Kaveri) Into pranaya Saveri(lovable Saveri(a raga)) In the radiant jugalbandi of the jalatharangini Is the passionate shower of dazzling ragas As soon as it dawns in Pulicot Spreading the colorful carpet Entwining the hues of spring and winter Flows as a soaring garden of blooms Watering the mouth of the awaiting sea. (7) The bird guests under the boundless skies Are the messiahs of universal brotherhood The romantic tales carried over by the great poets The Manmadhas(gods of love) who well knew the secrets of love Lovers they are, who have left their family and place With an ardent desire to beget off springs Though in the size of a seed, but vast are their hearts Their eyes are like lamps without wicks To spread light is their message To perceive life is their philosophy Life is a penance Life is radiance Life is a dawn Life is providence Life a tune of the creation From generation to generation pervades life From earth to heaven is the debate of puranas Life is an eternal stream of time! The birds are the flags hoisted by the King of time!! (8) There – On each branch is a concert In each nestle, a sonata Every tree a cluster of myriad hues A bird fete all over the lands Chirps and tickles Coos and laughs Many a confluences of umpteen springs of ragas Many a sum of joy With the exciting songs of the round eyed ones The climate is delighted In the highways of power filled skies A colorful dream unfolds The milky-way Turns a rosy hued stream In the time of saran navarathri Saphari Theerdham(name of a place) Relaxes in the conference of arts The banjara(wagabond) birds that have come Croon the songs of coos They spread out the treasure troves of love Onto the nest of the worlds To the noises of the love making birds All the stars peer down to the earth The ways of love of the romantic hearts Breathe out the passions in loneliness Stretching his hands of rays, sun of the dawn Applies henna in stealth Unfolding the doors of their hearts The blooms color themselves in serenity Color is the manifestation of spirit of life! The lands that were not greeted till the day before Today are, the life of the birds summit The trees that were faded till the day before Are today the strings played veenas Thousands of flute songs of Krishna Now the morns of Nelapattu Are the wavy streams of sweet melodies Now the evenings of Nelapattu Are the springs of songs of the elixir of love A pelican tucks in its lover Into the nestle of its wings A painted stork nearing it Woos its beloved with its long snout The sabari crane in the tune of passion Loses himself to the sweet song of its lady love Turning its body into breath the wood pecker Smears all over the body of its heart throb Not only the floods of milky bosoms But the ardor of sperm too flows In the great yagna of the Santhana Lakshmi(the goddess of children) Millions of lives are dawned (9) Not only the Devakakulu But all the birds are the ancient kith and kin! All our visiting birds are Manvanthara purandharas!(the age old lords of Heaven) We assume the Bulbul to be an alien When have we seen it as a peace monger? We feel the blind crane as the evil spirit Have we ever counted it as the Charioteer of virtue? Though the python is black in color It is as good hearted as the dark lord (Lord Krishna) All the beautiful dances of the red breast are The festoons of light of the happy family ways In the life rituals of the branches Pour in the fuel of lively smiles In the bright journey of procreation, both the branches Ignite the lights of new radiances Numerous tales of love, umpteen loves Each branch is the cottage of Vathsayana(the author of Kama Sutra) Every nestle is a sound of music No creation, no rains, no destruction No progress of the world is possible without the family life Children are to the man, seeds of time And the ovum is the radiance of dynamism for the bird From the seed the tree and from the tree the seed Is the first step to the world’s progress To the yagna(ritual sacrifice) of the migrating birds The flourishing Kadapa tree is the dais The tree is the green flag hoisted by the nature The tree is the comfort to the exhausted mankind To the alien birds that crossed the oceans The tree is the temple of conjugal bliss To the on spreading bird dynasties The tree is the temple of the secret of creation (10) Time is always an open book All are open truths that are snuggled into it Time is a teacher that seldom taught anything to anyone Time is the emissary that tells every one everything The foreign birds are the prophets of yoga of life They are the bosom friends that do not know the hatreds of the borders They are the alien yogis that do not have lust They are the enlightened ones that have seen the secret of the kala chakra(the cycle of time) Greets in the universal lingo, and ecstasies They are well cultured ones that conduct unity camps Holy souls overflow in joy To the emigrant flock with the touch of this land In the lush green shade Appear the dreams of morrow’s generation That’s why I say bird is the indication of time It is the symphony of the past, present and future The holy fire of confluence is the endorsement of trikala tantra Bird loves a bird Soul copulates with the soul Nelapattu is the dais of the perseverance of Poundarika Nelapattu is the indication of age old yagas The sowing of seeds of life from generations Nature is the balancing measure here It is here that nature takes another breath And here the world gives birth to another creation This little land after crossing over the oceans Is a living home for a race It is a pillow of the joys and sorrows Where the dharma of Buddha has excelled It is the stage of dance for the danseuse Rathi Devi(wife of kamadeva, the lord of love) That knew the mystic tune or the tune of mysticism It’s the moment that seeks the justification of the soul Having understood the inevitability of the mortal body Forgetting the body pleasure, and pleasure of the body Manmadha becomes a passionate yogi here It’s the nature that fulfils it’s duty on this land Turning to be a man, it furthers the creation Congregation of birds that have no disparities An egalitarian equality The fragrance of passion to the ones who open eyes And to the eyes closed sages The liberation of the soul Time, changing colors as seasons For a minute, ecstasies as birds It’s here that begins an end To the time infinite The foundation is laid here From the end to the endless (11) Flamingo offers with love to its lady The bedisa(silver fish) that it brings with its nose How much it longs for its lover When it succeeds to fly in whirls Catching the vanjaram(the scomber or the seer -fish )in the net of its nose Fluttering its wings dreams of off springs Who must have taught so many tunes to these birds? How was such passion adorned to these round eyed ones? Which bird was that have shown way to this place? That results every year in this compulsory family fair The ecstasy of life in the foreyard of Nelapattu Wings sprout to the nestlings The tiny fish school, become their food grains Pulicot is the field of water crop The tiny shrimp is the fruit of the crop Fluttering its wings the blue flamingo Hounds the snake fish The crooked nose lakumuki(king fisher) bird Chase the mattagidasa(the sucking fish, called the Echeneis)) Having shattered the line of the girasa(short) fish The baby paraja(Rasica) crow feels joyous The sky seems congested To the nestlings that got wings The blue lake is the food store To the red breast that has learnt to fly In the battle for food To the shouts of hunger and The dance of the Bharatha(Titlark or Pippit called in Dakhini Chendul)) bird Searching for prey Bulbul is the food Hunger is the age old enemy to all the living beings To gratify hunger is peace for any being Even the gods of heaven savor elixir in hunger When big fish is swallowing the small ones Why is it wrong if birds feed on fish? As if the rainbows had bathed As the Apsaras (divine courtesans of the heaven)cast their charms Festival of colors on the waves of Pulicot A divine game of the baby sparrows The water meadow filled with children Looks like a conference of joy and gay In the eyes of the bird watchers Reflects a kaleidoscope of colors From Nelapattu to Pulicot This bird festival Flows like a stream of water colors The celebration reaches the skies Neither trap nor net, and no hook Beak is the mere weapon The battle of hunger seldom stops Even in tides and in the nets of waves and typhoons All the expertise lies in hunting However a great jalapushpam(fish) The test is to catch the prey with its beak Is the sanguine trait shared Pulicot is the resort for a change of climate For the progress of the breed the trunks of Nelapattu are the residencies The Pralaya Kaveri is now the grace f love Every nestling born here is morrow’s bird The yester born narayana(the common heron) The water parrot that fed on this land Having breathed his first in the nest of this tree Can the alien Sabari ever forget? The colorful dreams of the pelicans The blooms of hope of their beautiful nights The cool breeze and the odor of the soil of Nelapattu Can the red breast ever lose memory of this honeymoon? The ecology of India echoed with The divine violin notes of gratitude The land is infinite and sky vast As the flow of time the ocean too is boundless The one who called these foreign birds as aliens The one who made immigration as inheritance If he goes from this village Begets a child in that great nation Earns a green card and citizenship But how can the egg laid here be an alien? Can the way of pariga(the rose colored Starling or theCholam bird. Pastor roseus) brought up in the Pralaya Kaveri be changed? This soil is remembered by every bird And hence every year it turns up to its motherland! (12) The scene of the skies blooming in myriad colors On the branches of the rubber trees is The sweet home of the flamingo and pelican Reflects the groping families of man In the spreading apartment culture In the shades of the hoods of the waters of Pralaya Kaveri Joyously bathes the Siberia Forgetting the tiresomeness of thousands of miles As the armed forces of navy The meghmalhar(a raga that invokes rain God) song of the bird How many brushes of the artist must have bowed in reverence? To this sea parrot Umpteen canvases must have lost their faces In the symphony of the chirps of love birds is The still picture of the happy NRI doves The music of sarigama (the seven music notes)that teaches the soaring music to the heart At least once in a year…… The passion for the embrace of the motherland The longing to kiss the soil of birth The son of the soil who lost his inner face Forgetting the roots of life in the battle Having turned into a machine At least …now Have to transmigrate into the bird! Conclusion All the souls become one The cosmic treasures become divine souls In the confluence of the water treasures of India Taking a holy dip turn to be the holy souls What may be the divinity of the migrating birds They always worship Narayana in waters. Telugu original: Perugu Ramakrishna Eng trans: Jagaddhatri [more]

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