Shelter is a curious thing.
Something we want.
Something we want to escape.
When it is something we want,
what is it but another wish
for a happy and pain-free life?
When it is something to escape,
what is it but another need
we bring down on our heads?
“The world as an art is the play of the Supreme Person reveling in image-making. You may call it ‘maya’ – that is, illusion – and pretend to disbelieve it; but the great artist, the ‘Mayavin,’ is not hurt. For art is ‘maya,’ it has no other explanation but that it seems to be what it is.” – Rabindranath Tagore.
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