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?
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“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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