Showing posts with label flower. Show all posts
Showing posts with label flower. Show all posts

Saturday, May 12, 2012

Dance

Photo: SPBM

“Dance, when you're broken open. Dance, if you've torn the bandage off. Dance in the middle of the fighting. Dance in your blood. Dance when you're perfectly free.”

― Rumi

Sunday, September 25, 2011

i carry your heart...

To all the people I love...


“I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart)I am never without it (anywhere


I go you go,my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing,my darling)

I fear no fate (for you are my fate,my sweet)I want no world (for beautiful you are my world,my true)

and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you


here is the deepest secret nobody knows

(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows

higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)

and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart


I carry your heart (I carry it in my heart)”

― e.e. cummings

Monday, August 29, 2011

Bold and Beautiful


"We see in others what we want and what we fear."

— Simon Van Booy (Everything Beautiful Began After)

Tuesday, October 12, 2010

forgiveness

Everyone deserves to be forgiven.

What characterises the human race more, Karla once asked me, cruelty, or the capacity to feel shame for it? I thought the question acutely clever then, when I first heard it, but I'm lonelier and wiser now, and I know it isn't cruelty or shame that characterises the human race. It's forgiveness that makes us what we are. Without forgiveness, our species would've annihilated itself in endless retributions.
Shantaram


One of my last MORNING GLORY blooms...the vines are dead. I found it curious that the bloom was so beautiful when the vine was dead.


Wednesday, January 14, 2009

Simple Things

One afternoon last summer I walked out the patio door and snapped this photo; I have looked at the photo at least 3-5 times each week. I titled it "Simple Things". I placed the dried out gourd on a shelf the beginning of summer, loving the look of it, it reminds me of how something 'simple'...can be so beautiful. I need simple things in my life, they help unravel the knots... some by chance, some of my own making.

...with an eye made quiet by the power
of harmony, and the deep power of joy,
we see into the life of things.
--William Wordsworth, Tintern Abbey