Little snowberry, snowberry, snowberry of mine! Kalinka song

Lead me from dreaming to waking. Lead me from opacity to clarity. Lead me from the complicated to the simple. Lead me from the obscure to the obvious. Lead me from intention to attention. Lead me from what I'm told I am to what I see I am. Lead me from confrontation to wide openness. Lead me to the place I never left, Where there is peace, and peace - The Upanishads

*note* quote "Kalinka" (Russian: Калинка) is a Russian song written in 1860 by the composer and folklorist Ivan Larionov and first performed in Saratov as part of a theatrical entertainment that he had composed. Soon it was added to the repertory of a folk choral group.

The refrain of the song refers to the kalinka, which is the snowberry bush..photo here:


It has a speedy tempo and light-hearted lyrics."

No more comments..kisses to Kalinka,my little snowberry of mine!.I love you!

ps..it is interesting,that from the view-point of the Absolute,we are all Kalinka..the snowberry.
If we'd  have NOT the marvelous kripto wisdom,whom in his amazing patience loves all..(and spanks few..every now and then..well..not too much!:) )we'd be ALL the blowberry,not the snowberry...anyway,lovely song,hope you enjoy it with your wisdom ears(use those muscles..and trust yourself..the power is within yoursef)
Thus spokenth the mahayogi..kisses:)-added by danny-

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Little snowberry, snowberry, snowberry of mine!

Little raspberry in the garden, my little raspberry!

Ah, under the pine, the green one,

Lay me down to sleep,

Ah, rock-a-baby,

Lay me down to sleep.

Little snowberry, snowberry, snowberry of mine!

Little raspberry in the garden, my little raspberry!

Ah, little pine, little green one,

Don't rustle above me,

Ah, rock-a-baby,

Don't rustle above me.

Little snowberry, snowberry, snowberry of mine!

Little raspberry in the garden, my little raspberry!

Ah, you beauty, pretty maiden,

Take a fancy to me,

Ah, rock-a-baby,

Take a fancy to me.

Little snowberry, snowberry, snowberry of mine!

Little raspberry in the garden, my little raspberry!

To us all towns are one, all men our kin. Life's good comes not from others' gift, nor ill. Man's pains and pains' relief are from within. Thus have we seen in visions of the wise !. - Tamil Poem-