Three momentous events happened on the weekend. The first, I went to see a Krishen
Khanna exhibition. There was a painting of a woman holding a bundle up to the Lord.
The agony on her face was heart wrenching. The second. Over the E-mail I received a photograph of a father holding up a dead child to the Universe. One was a painting the
other a real life event, assumably in the needless conflict that rages all over the world .

The injustice of this pointless death!
Who had won? What had it achieved?
More conflict, more hate, more unforgiving anger?

 

The third was a school play of "Annie". Annie was a little orphan wistfully singing for her father and mother, very alone, with nobody to love and no one to give her love. This triggered a deep memory in the corridors of my mind. My father was a orphan. I as a child would want hear all that happened to my father as a child. I remember the tears would roll down. I would love the little boy that was him. So alone! and I had, had so much love given to me. It is so easy to love. It felt good to feel the tug on your heart, the pain so sweet.......Shana

 

 

So at crystallotus we decided to adopt a little child.
It did not matter whether it was brown, black, white, red or green.
It could be all or any.
It was a little child that we were going to give love, be it's mother and father.
We were going to teach it the only language that matters,
or, maybe the child would teach us.
"THE UNIVERSAL LANGUAGE OF LOVE."

Come, help us teach the child, come let us send love to all the women holding their children, the fathers who feel a deep rage at the injustice, come let us
Love the little orphaned Annies,
our Fathers and Mothers who too were orphaned, be it as children
or with the loss of their child.
Come let us Adore Him.. ...