#Artist Science and faith are the two trees in the tiny artist's path as he wanders trudging along his burden of illusion. But when he surrenders to the strength of his soul, his illusion becomes the art as the salvation crumbling all the pillars of the mortal world. #smimano "Bhagawatham: Deliverance from the curse for Nalakuvara and Manigriva" Little Krishna steals butter from all houses in Brindavan. Receiving their unending complaints, mother Yashoda ties tiny Krishna to the roller. More to protect him rather than to punish as she gets busy on the errands of the home. An artist steals the tenderness of emotion from every house. Not so much in hunger, but in a grace to immortalize every experience he comes across. Until, imprisoned by the artist's mother of silence to the roller of illusion. A serenity unto the armor of abstinence rather than the imprisonment of denial. But, can the naughty innocent artist stay put. His identity is only in motion. In the breeze of waves giving shape to his infinite waters. To evolution. The restless little kanhaaya sneaks out with the roller fastened to his waist, into the yard. And when it gets stuck between two huge tree trunks, he innocently crawls on, bringing the two mighty trees down. The divine within manifest. Science and faith are the two trees in the tiny artist's path as he wanders trudging along his burden of illusion. But when he surrenders to the strength of his soul, his illusion becomes the art as the salvation crumbling all the pillars of the mortal world. Conversations with The Obscure Obvious 💕💕💕
