2 days ago
Goladhyaya
He also examines planetary conjunctions, the orbits of the sun and moon, as well as issues arising from diurnal rotations.
He also wrote estimates for values such as the length of the year , which was so accurate that we were only of their actual value by a minute!
Bhaskara’s final, thirteen-chapter publication, the Goladhyaya is all about spheres and similar shapes. Some of the topics in the Goladhyaya include Cosmography, geography and the seasons, planetary movements, eclipses and lunar crescents.
3 days ago
Parting Ways (The Day The Music Died)
The last note still ringing in his ears, the night’s events still swirling around in his head, he walks out of the door into the warm evening air. The entire atmosphere is one of joyous sadness. Emotions course through the air, giving it some sort of charge. The next morning shall be the last exchange of the drink of the fruit of passion, and yet the solemn first for him. Later tomorrow he knows, they all know, that they must part ways. They must all leave their oasis of comfort and security to dive again into the vast sea of reality, of conformity. Yet still they cherish it, hold on to it. Even in the last moments of such a magical night, they open their minds, their hearts, open their souls to each other and learn to love that which is there in what others have exposed. The chants of “…MORE, MORE, MORE, MORE” truly resound in not only everyone’s thoughts but in their utmost desires.
Late that night, lying in that same old bed for the last time, gazing up at the concrete ceiling. Finally, his thoughts allowed to sit and slowly filter out. Shock, insubordinate yet knowingly unjust anger. A few muttered words from the other side of the room, a brief agreement of opinions. Then silence. The hazy recollection of events over the past three weeks, the bittersweet insanity which so marked each and every day. The mistakes made, the friendships formed, the battles lost and won. And as all of this starts to settle down into a gentle murmur, he drifts off into sleep.
The next morning, torn from the warm embrace of his frail sheets, down to the circle, sips from the glass, toasts to a fallen comrade. Soon enough the group all progressed to go through their daily routines one final time. They returned to what they knew was the inevitable.
They were there, it was time to be rounded up and brought back to their respective lives. Tears were shed, last goodbyes, every single one of them joined as one united being, as one entity separate from their single selves. Each and every one of them will never leave the spot they were when they knew it was time they had to leave. Those who knew they could never return let fall the rains of their misery. Their true love for something so intangible yet so true and so real ripped apart their true selves and lovingly joined their true selves back together in an instant.
But, as inevitabilities go, by midday it was empty and silent. Once could almost feel on the air all that had occurred there so few hours ago. That evening, He finally lay in bed before sleep. All were dispersed from that place they cherished so dear, back in the true world but thinking of naught but what they had left behind.
And all at once, without warning, from places near and far came the sound of 300 voices: “This will be the day that I die…”
The last note still ringing in his ears, the night’s events still swirling around in his head, he walks out of the door into the warm evening air. The entire atmosphere is one of joyous sadness. Emotions course through the air, giving it some sort of charge. The next morning shall be the last exchange of the drink of the fruit of passion, and yet the solemn first for him. Later tomorrow he knows, they all know, that they must part ways. They must all leave their oasis of comfort and security to dive again into the vast sea of reality, of conformity. Yet still they cherish it, hold on to it. Even in the last moments of such a magical night, they open their minds, their hearts, open their souls to each other and learn to love that which is there in what others have exposed. The chants of “…MORE, MORE, MORE, MORE” truly resound in not only everyone’s thoughts but in their utmost desires.
Late that night, lying in that same old bed for the last time, gazing up at the concrete ceiling. Finally, his thoughts allowed to sit and slowly filter out. Shock, insubordinate yet knowingly unjust anger. A few muttered words from the other side of the room, a brief agreement of opinions. Then silence. The hazy recollection of events over the past three weeks, the bittersweet insanity which so marked each and every day. The mistakes made, the friendships formed, the battles lost and won. And as all of this starts to settle down into a gentle murmur, he drifts off into sleep.
The next morning, torn from the warm embrace of his frail sheets, down to the circle, sips from the glass, toasts to a fallen comrade. Soon enough the group all progressed to go through their daily routines one final time. They returned to what they knew was the inevitable.
They were there, it was time to be rounded up and brought back to their respective lives. Tears were shed, last goodbyes, every single one of them joined as one united being, as one entity separate from their single selves. Each and every one of them will never leave the spot they were when they knew it was time they had to leave. Those who knew they could never return let fall the rains of their misery. Their true love for something so intangible yet so true and so real ripped apart their true selves and lovingly joined their true selves back together in an instant.
But, as inevitabilities go, by midday it was empty and silent. Once could almost feel on the air all that had occurred there so few hours ago. That evening, He finally lay in bed before sleep. All were dispersed from that place they cherished so dear, back in the true world but thinking of naught but what they had left behind.
And all at once, without warning, from places near and far came the sound of 300 voices: “This will be the day that I die…”
3 days ago
🎨 Art has a unique way of transcending boundaries, connecting cultures, and sparking dialogues. Every brushstroke and shade tells a story that resonates with the soul. Let's celebrate the power of creativity and the emotions it evokes! 🌟 #ArtAppreciation #Creativity #Inspiration
4 days ago
🎨✨ Let's talk about the power of color! How does the use of color in art influence your emotions or perceptions? Do you have a favorite piece where color plays a key role? Share your thoughts and artworks! #ArtDiscussion #ColorTheory #CreativeExpression
5 days ago
🎨 Embracing the beauty of imperfection in art can lead to the most authentic expressions. Every brushstroke tells a story—let your creativity flourish! #ArtInspiration #Creativity #ArtCommunity
Art Basel obliterates the analog-digital divide: Zero 10 launching a new digital era at Art Basel curated by eli_schein 👾 with opensea!🚀
AOTMgallery : Dmitri Cherniak
artblocks_io: Larva Labs
@AspreyStudio : Yatreda, Andrea Chiampo
beeple: Beeple
bitforms: Maya Man, https://t.co/OPk8UULHx7
AOTMgallery : Dmitri Cherniak
artblocks_io: Larva Labs
@AspreyStudio : Yatreda, Andrea Chiampo
beeple: Beeple
bitforms: Maya Man, https://t.co/OPk8UULHx7
6 days ago
Heart and Soul
verse 1
I’ve put my life on the line
In the search to find true happiness
On a dream is where I’d dwell
I had my life on the line
It was all on hold and colourless
The darker spirits had cast a spell
I’ve placed a trust in myself
My life will not be lead in loneliness
The streaming tears must float away
I had a trust in myself
Life can’t remain so passionless
Until that time I am a stray
chorus
One can’t just force the emotion
Force it to a place,
Where it can’t blossom proud and true
It lays low then attacks
Attacks when it finds someone
Connecting strong with you
I put my heart and soul
To find the one who’d show me heaven
There were few who took me high
Heaven never heard my cry
My efforts were for nothing I could tell
And whenever fortune approached
I’d be brought down to serve in hell
Verse 2
I felt so blind to the truth
Naïve and young I wanted it
Because my life was bland and blue
I was so blind to the truth
Seeking all who I connected with
It wasn’t real love I knew
I’ve got a fire in my heart
Warm and raging, still alive
I’m alone, but I’m complete
I had a fire in my heart
It swung around, then learned to live
It’s independent to the heat
chorus
Bridge
The error of my ways was to
Seek compassion from another
My flaw in the day was to
Reciprocate from my lover
Yet all I ever needed was to love myself
With all my heart, from within my soul
Life’s just a series of moments
Mortal, null, and full of stress
A break to being must unfold
Life is a series of moments
Learn not to waste and self confess
So seize yours, don’t be told
Final Chorus
I have my heart and soul
I am the one who’ll show me heaven
With the one’s who took me high
Heaven never heard my cry
My efforts had been for nothing, I could tell
Now whenever fortune approached
I’m not brought down to serve in hell
verse 1
I’ve put my life on the line
In the search to find true happiness
On a dream is where I’d dwell
I had my life on the line
It was all on hold and colourless
The darker spirits had cast a spell
I’ve placed a trust in myself
My life will not be lead in loneliness
The streaming tears must float away
I had a trust in myself
Life can’t remain so passionless
Until that time I am a stray
chorus
One can’t just force the emotion
Force it to a place,
Where it can’t blossom proud and true
It lays low then attacks
Attacks when it finds someone
Connecting strong with you
I put my heart and soul
To find the one who’d show me heaven
There were few who took me high
Heaven never heard my cry
My efforts were for nothing I could tell
And whenever fortune approached
I’d be brought down to serve in hell
Verse 2
I felt so blind to the truth
Naïve and young I wanted it
Because my life was bland and blue
I was so blind to the truth
Seeking all who I connected with
It wasn’t real love I knew
I’ve got a fire in my heart
Warm and raging, still alive
I’m alone, but I’m complete
I had a fire in my heart
It swung around, then learned to live
It’s independent to the heat
chorus
Bridge
The error of my ways was to
Seek compassion from another
My flaw in the day was to
Reciprocate from my lover
Yet all I ever needed was to love myself
With all my heart, from within my soul
Life’s just a series of moments
Mortal, null, and full of stress
A break to being must unfold
Life is a series of moments
Learn not to waste and self confess
So seize yours, don’t be told
Final Chorus
I have my heart and soul
I am the one who’ll show me heaven
With the one’s who took me high
Heaven never heard my cry
My efforts had been for nothing, I could tell
Now whenever fortune approached
I’m not brought down to serve in hell
7 days ago
Systemic Racism
This is a term that is used to refer to a form of racism that is embedded in the laws and regulations of a society or an organization. It doesn't have anything to do with what's in your heart, brain, or intentions but it is all about how your actions and inactions allow the dynamics that are already in place.
12 months ago
The Great White Wish
(The Word Of Jesus):
"God is a murderer"
I would eat your heart out for my own pleasures,
I'd only love you for you're buried treasures.
I can see death when we are all feel so high,
I'd like to sleep underneath the cocaine sky.
(pre-chorus)
I wish for more white lines,
I wish for three more dicks,
And I wish I was god so I can become greater than him!
(chorus)
Forget it!
That's right, I've said it this way,
Nevermind, it's all in the cache.
Forget it!
The world you know is always white,
I made a wish from a cocaine pipe.
Forget it!
You'll never figure this song out,
Not even when the world is a drought.
You fiddle around with me like a contrabassoon,
I feel like I only hate you on a full moon.
I'm not mad you, the drugs are mad at you,
You'll find my phylosophy in the carnage stew.
(chorus)
Forget it!
That's right, I've said it this way,
Nevermind, it's all in the cache.
Forget it!
The world you know is always white,
I made a wish from a cocaine pipe.
Forget it!
You'll never figure this song out,
Not even when the world is a drought.
(Bridge)
This is what I do, Something inside of you.
This is what I feel, It's okay to kill.
This is all the cocaine, Help me kill the pain.
(pre-chorus)
I wish for more white lines,
I wish for three more dicks,
And I wish I was god so I can become greater than him!
(chorus)
Forget it!
That's right, I've said it this way,
Nevermind, it's all in the cache.
Forget it!
The world you know is always white,
I made a wish from a cocaine pipe.
Forget it!
You'll never figure this song out,
Not even when the world is a drought.
(The Word Of Jesus):
"God is a murderer"
I would eat your heart out for my own pleasures,
I'd only love you for you're buried treasures.
I can see death when we are all feel so high,
I'd like to sleep underneath the cocaine sky.
(pre-chorus)
I wish for more white lines,
I wish for three more dicks,
And I wish I was god so I can become greater than him!
(chorus)
Forget it!
That's right, I've said it this way,
Nevermind, it's all in the cache.
Forget it!
The world you know is always white,
I made a wish from a cocaine pipe.
Forget it!
You'll never figure this song out,
Not even when the world is a drought.
You fiddle around with me like a contrabassoon,
I feel like I only hate you on a full moon.
I'm not mad you, the drugs are mad at you,
You'll find my phylosophy in the carnage stew.
(chorus)
Forget it!
That's right, I've said it this way,
Nevermind, it's all in the cache.
Forget it!
The world you know is always white,
I made a wish from a cocaine pipe.
Forget it!
You'll never figure this song out,
Not even when the world is a drought.
(Bridge)
This is what I do, Something inside of you.
This is what I feel, It's okay to kill.
This is all the cocaine, Help me kill the pain.
(pre-chorus)
I wish for more white lines,
I wish for three more dicks,
And I wish I was god so I can become greater than him!
(chorus)
Forget it!
That's right, I've said it this way,
Nevermind, it's all in the cache.
Forget it!
The world you know is always white,
I made a wish from a cocaine pipe.
Forget it!
You'll never figure this song out,
Not even when the world is a drought.
12 months ago
Always Gone
Chest enclosed
heart about to explode
please don't leave again
you've already left
I know it's not the way I think of it
but I can't help but think of it that way
I know you care about me
so why are you so far?
Why does my heart want you so
knowing you are too soon to leave
knowing I will be left with tears
and memories once lived now gone.
Through the darkness of it all
it was worth it
you are worth the pain of seeing you leave
because at least I got to see you
Why does my heart whisper
your name into the wind,
when all it does is travel the other way?
Why do you torture me so
with words of brilliance
only to be left behind
with the hands of time?
Chest enclosed
heart about to explode
please don't leave again
you've already left
I know it's not the way I think of it
but I can't help but think of it that way
I know you care about me
so why are you so far?
Why does my heart want you so
knowing you are too soon to leave
knowing I will be left with tears
and memories once lived now gone.
Through the darkness of it all
it was worth it
you are worth the pain of seeing you leave
because at least I got to see you
Why does my heart whisper
your name into the wind,
when all it does is travel the other way?
Why do you torture me so
with words of brilliance
only to be left behind
with the hands of time?
12 months ago
white and black brick wall
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12 months ago
12 months ago
Sing~a~Song~ of~Sixpence
sing a song of sixpence
a bottle full of rye
four and twenty blackbirds
baked in a pie.
When the pie was opened
the birds began to sing;
Who put that pastry on,
we could'nt see a thing!
The King was in the
counting house
Counting out
his money;
The Queen was
in the parlour,
Looking at him
kind of funny!
The maid was in the garden
hanging out the clothes;
where the king spends his cash,
she's the one who knows!
ali-p 2003
sing a song of sixpence
a bottle full of rye
four and twenty blackbirds
baked in a pie.
When the pie was opened
the birds began to sing;
Who put that pastry on,
we could'nt see a thing!
The King was in the
counting house
Counting out
his money;
The Queen was
in the parlour,
Looking at him
kind of funny!
The maid was in the garden
hanging out the clothes;
where the king spends his cash,
she's the one who knows!
ali-p 2003
12 months ago
Peaceful River Through Foggy Forest, High-Quality Serene Nature Scene, Perfect for Nature Lovers, Digital Download digital artwork
