For all my life I’ve been working towards to be that To be this, to be him but most of all to be that Hey, that old man only had a piece of sarong on him He was shaking his walking stick, and was dancing to his tune He’s come to us kids to sing, climbing down the mountain And he was singing the glory of Saala in the summer time සාල වනේ හී…
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A dream just ends when the reality breaks in But, could one still hold on to the dream and not give in? What if, in the dream, one ties another, ‘say, with the power of singing? When one could even get lost in the beauty of a voice, if rightly immersed in A voice that goes high and low and then high in the most melodic manner A voice that soothes one’s soul and can…
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A man keeps running, deep in the forest He’s fit and he’s clad in an athlete’s garment He passes tall trees and low bush in the valley, he runs on foot paths along winding streams Balanced, well-focused on each step he takes, he bothers least even of his own grand dreams The one-eyed magpie sits on the footpath reflecting Sublime she is, she goes on with her own daily routine Never is she bothered…
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Relativism, that may include any notion that supports ‘everything is relative’ has been an intriguing topic, in the contemporary world, subject to wider criticism. The two key criticisms made against relativism, within the western philosophical traditions are that relativism is self-refuting and that relativism encourages pernicious consequences, both starting from Plato’s famous arguments on the issue. The objective of this paper, is to present how an ancient analytical view of two-truths doctrine, found within the…
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Oh the beautiful ones, that enshroud my world How blessed on earth I am to have your company I look at you in the morning to breathe in inspiration I hang around you during the day to cool me down On busy streets, it is only you I gaze at Not the restless eyes of humans You let me take refuge in you And expect nothing in return Oh the enlightened ones, who bring peace…
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That odour, which has a blend of strong smell of cinnamon from Sri Lanka, started haunting me again. It however is surely not cinnamon, perhaps a combination of eucalyptus, perhaps both have a similar smell. That strong odour someway connects my thoughts to George for some reason. George apparently died a few years back and I did not get a chance to see him. The last time I spoke to him over the phone, I…
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