Where music comes from – Franz Kafka QUOTES FOR WRITERS (and people who like quotes)


music - violinEverything that lives is in flux. Everything that lives emits sound. But we only perceive a part of it. We do not hear the circulation of the blood, the growth and decay of our bodily tissue, the sound of our chemical processes. But our delicate organic cells, the fibres of brain and nerves and skin are impregnated with these inaudible sounds. They vibrate in response to their environment. This is the foundation of the power of music.
Franz Kafka

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Sally’s Cafe and Bookstore – Author Update – Mira Prabhu, C.S. Boyack and Darlene Foster

Sally Cronin’s plug for Copper Moon and other books – as usual, despite her own hectic schedule, Sally does a crack job. Thank you, Sally!

Smorgasbord - Variety is the spice of life

Welcome to the Friday edition of the Cafe and Bookstore and another packed post today with new books and a FREE offer of a book for review.  First author to feature is Mira Prabhu with Copper Moon Over Pataliputra, the third book in her Moksha Trilogy.

About Copper Moon Over Pataliputra

Against the dazzling epochal backdrop of the Mauryan Empire in ancient India, celebrated for its liberal, humanist and free-thinking traditions, a gripping saga of love, betrayal, hatred and magical transformation sinuously weaves itself. Copper Moon relates the fascinating tale of Odati, daughter of Emperor Ashoka by stunning Urvashi, a Kalingan devadasi.

When a great horror strikes, and Odati’s tender young life hangs in the balance, it is the Egyptian Kahotep, Grand Eunuch of Maurya, who risks his own life to spirit her to safety. Within his protective embrace, Odati disguises herself as Amunet and gradually grows into…

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Nature of the Ego

Bhagavan Ramana says, “Question, what is this thing, this ego which manifests as a sense of separateness from the whole”? Where does it come from?” This inquiry requires us to simply bring our attention to the sense of identity, the sense of “I AM”. It is only by bringing quiet, nonjudgmental attention on the ego, that the ego can be see through as unreal. The method is simple and yet the mind has to be made pure and subtle to grasp it. Thanks for this wonderful and necessary post, Harsh!


“When the ego rises, all things rise with it. When the ego is not, there is nothing else. Since the ego thus is everything, to question ‘What is this thing?’ is the extinction of all things”.

The quote above from Bhagavan Ramana is from ‘Reality in Forty Verses’ (‘Ulladu Narpadu’), v. 26. It can be found in Bhagavad’s “Collected Works”.

Here Bhagavan eloquently points out that one cannot force oneself to give up the ego. The very attempt to discard the ego, is itself based on the assumption of separation from the whole. In other words, the effort to conquer the ego is based on egotism!

Such forced efforts to overcome the ego end up only reinforcing the notion that we are “separate” from the Universal Existence. With such attempts, the nonexistent phantom of the ego appears real in our imagination.

Hence Bhagavan Ramana says, “Question, what is this thing, this…

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Fairy Illustrations

Fairy illustrations… the magical little people have always fascinated me…thanks, Alk3r!


Jin Chantez Yee (Jin Xingye) draws imaginary worlds, fairy atmospheres, like children stories, with as main theme the relationship between men and nature.

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Splendid Mosaic Illustrations

“Greek visual designer based in Cyprus, Charis Tsevis created this magnificent series of digital illustrations entitled “African Bricks”. Inspired by Mandela’s house in Soweto, he designed mosaic artworks with colorful bricks. A reference to the “matchbox” houses, these standardized South African houses criticized during the Apartheid which in those flamboyant illustrations become symbols or courage and creativity. Through this series designed for an african restaurant in Athens, Charis Tsevis pays a tribute to the zulu king Shaka, and to the traditions of Zulus, Ndebele, Xhosa and the other tribes of the country.” Thanks, Alk3r!


Greek visual designer based in Cyprus, Charis Tsevis created this magnificent series of digital illustrations entitled “African Bricks”. Inspired by Mandela’s house in Soweto, he designed mosaic artworks with colorful bricks.

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A Real Writer

A real writer…what is this odd creature? For me, a real writer is a human who feels compelled to express her unique thoughts and ideas to a world of close ones as well as strangers…hoping someone somewhere will exclaim in delight. It really has nothing or little to do with acquiring money or fame. For me at least. Thanks, Janni Styles.


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The most powerful weapon on earth is the human soul on fire.
~Ferdinand Foch – Crossroads – Atul Ranchod’s poignant poetry…read on…


The most powerful weapon on earth is the human soul on fire.

Ferdinand Foch


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by Atul Ranchod

Fire and ice.
Magma and steam.
Glaciers moving.
Inches carving mountains.

Crossroads of time.
Snail to the speed of light.
Geological to astronomical.
Seconds shaping lifetimes.

What mysterious matter!
In this porous skin,
Something so akin.
All the clues pointing within.

What marvels my soul
Has for me to be whole.
Gracefully going to and fro.
Allowing me to discover and know.

Vision behind eyes.
Seeing beyond sight.
Unseen but felt.
Subtle game of hide and seek.

Stricken by thunderous golden rays.
Each of my living days.
Fueling this thirst
In various ways.

The pact between my soul and me;
Untouchable, unscathed, unwavering.
Changeless amidst the fury.
Unending source of beauty.

Let this instrument play out its song.
Regardless of all that is going on.

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You Brought Yourself! By T. K. Sundaresa Iyer

The true guru does not need anything from us – thanks for sharing this, Harsh Luthar!


Whenever I went up the hill to see Bhagavan Ramana, I used to buy something to eat and take it with me as an offering.

One day I had no money. I stood before Bhagavan in a dejected mood and said: “This poor man has brought nothing.”

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