Johnny Walters interviews a homeless man

Johnny Walters interviews a homeless man

Here is a dialogue that took place between Johnny Walters, the journalist highflying And a homeless man called Jeeb Hosporos Here in Melbourne at Johnny’s studios Johnny  Walters: Good afternoon, Mr. Jeeb Hosporos Many thanks for accepting our invitation I believe, in your busy life like everyone else’s It is still hard to share a moment with others? Jeeb Hosporos: Good afternoon Johnny Walters, I thank you For inviting me for a session with your…

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හොඳ සිහිය

හොඳ සිහිය

සඳ නැගෙන විට ඇසෙන ලද බොලොඳ පද අතැර හද ගැහෙන වදනකට සිත යොදනු හැකිද අද බිඳ දමා පටු හැඟුම් පොදු දනට සෙත සදන අරමුනින් බරිතවුන වැඩ කරන උන් වෙතට තැන නොතැන දැන නොදැන මද කිපුනු ලෙස කෙලින ඇද සොයන පද හදන ජනවෙතින අසනු අද හොඳ සිහිය වෙද කොහිද මතු සම්බන්ධයි… Please follow and like us:

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The Man with a Beautiful Heart

The Man with a Beautiful Heart

The Man with a Beautiful Heart, Hiran මද පවන සැලුවෙ ගත එද සිතම වේය ලත එම සිතින් ලියමි මෙය විලි වසන ඇඳිකඩය හිරි ඔතප් බිඳ නොදයි එම බවින් ලියමි මෙය Generosity, truthfulness, intelligence, these are the most noble qualities any human being would aspire to have. Hiran Jayasundara was a man who was blessed with them. I would say, if he aspired to achieve nibbana he only needed to improve in Vayaama, Sathi and Sammadhi…

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Saala in the Summertime

Saala in the Summertime

The summer of Saala සාල වනේ හී වෙසඟේ සාල වනේ හී පුෂ්ප පිපී නන්දිත වේ සාල වනේ හී   Hey, the old man is dressed only in a piece of old sarong He has his walking stick up in the air and he dances to his own song D’ you know he comes to us kids from the mountain climbing down And he sings of the glory of the forest of Saala in the summer…

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Running

Running

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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George

George

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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