Oh how beautiful ...

"Enfants dans la neige" (1959)
 Unosuke Gamou

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 The snow falls softly.

love,

nada

Loving this photo

Loving this photo and the beautiful woman. The quote is so understanding of human struggles. This all gives the feeling of peace and hope.

“Half of life is lost in charming others. The other half is lost in going through anxieties caused by others. Leave this play, you have played enough.”

~ Rumi

Now

 

Everything is connected, each word, each leaf.

Each poem, drawn and held together by the thread of our own experience,

and the longing of our own Soul to follow the vine back to its root.

~ John Millar


and now

Taro

From the album "An Awesome Wave." Footage is from the beautiful 1988 film "Powaqqatsi: Life in Transformation."



Lyrics:


Indochina, Capa jumps Jeep, two feet creep up the road
To photo, to record meat lumps and war,
They advance as does his chance -- very yellow white flash.
A violent wrench grips mass, rips light, tears limbs like rags,
Burst so high finally Capa lands,
Mine is a watery pit. Painless with immense distance
From medic from colleague, friend, enemy,
foe, him five yards from his leg, From you Taro.
Do not spray into eyes -- I have sprayed you into my eyes.
3:10 pm, Capa pends death, quivers, last rattles, last chokes
All colours and cares glaze to grey, shrivelled and stricken to dots,
Left hand grasps what the body grasps not -- le photographe est mort.
3.1415, alive no longer my amour, faded for home May of '54
Doors open like arms my love, Painless with a great closeness
To Capa, to Capa Capa dark after nothing,
re-united with his leg and with you, Taro.
Do not spray into eyes -- I have sprayed you into my eyes.
Hey Taro!

A Gift of Love

"Solstice" by Lucy Campbell

Winter Solstice: A Gift of Love

Maybe, it’s sacred to breathe slower,
walk softer, into the winterish nights
and let it seep into the shortened
days of ancient grey.

　
Maybe, it’s hypnotic to
study the fire’s flame
and watch candle lights glow
along an edgeless night’s frame.

　
Maybe, winterberries accent
the fields as crimson reminders
of wild saffron centered violets
as they slumber beneath the bitter chill.

　
And maybe I have taken
field and form of hibernation
into my cave, a nest of
cerulean and opaque hues of
blankets and quilts and softest of pillows;
a gathering of tea, the nectar of handhold splendor,
longing for silent whispers of fresh snow.

　
Maybe winter is my companion
and my comfort of much needed silence;
how I embrace her blackest of precious pearls
the graceful midnight’s turn of velvet and
down of warmth of knowing
rabbits sleep safe and softly below.

　
Maybe, I am able to burrow next to
my own soul’s deepest throes;
my heart aches to replenish and
my mind’s prism
is at last able to paint canvas
of infinite sky and speculative wonder.

　
And maybe, it is sacred to
rest under the artic chill
till springs lightness tugs me forth,
and my aged budding
is once again renewed.



-  Carolyn Riker

Art by Lucy Campbell

Fenster geschlossen...

Fenster geschlossen

Herzen, vereist

Zeit, so kalt

wie Reif am Morgen

Adventsgedanken

unterkühlt

im Sturm der Zeit

doch das Eis der Herzen

kann man schmelzen

mit ein bisschen Wärme

wird Tau aus Eis

mitten in der Nacht ein Licht

angezündet

durch ein wenig

LIEBE

#2

"Let people catch something from your heart that will cause no discomfort,

but help them to sing."

- Rumi

#1

"Happiness is like those Palaces in fairy

tales whose gate are guarded by Dragons;

we must fight in order to conquer it."

Alexandre Dumas Père