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”On the floating, shipless oceans
I did all my best to smile
'Til your singing eyes and fingers
Drew me loving to your isle
And you sang, "Sail to me, sail to me
Let me enfold you
Here I am, here I am
Waiting to hold you"
- This Mortal Coil -
" Help, I have done it again
I have been here many times before
Hurt myself again today
And, the worst part is there's no-one else to blame
Be my friend, hold me
Wrap me up, enfold me
I am small and needy
Warm me up and breathe me
Ouch I have lost myself again
Lost myself and I am nowhere to be found
Yeah I think that I might break
Lost myself again and I feel unsafe
Be my friend, hold me
Wrap me up, enfold me
I am small and needy
Warm me up and breathe me
Be my friend, hold me
Wrap me up, enfold me
I am small and needy
Warm me up and breathe me.. "
- SIA -
I can only give you love that lasts forever,
And a promise to be near each time you call.
And the only heart I own
For you and you alone
That's all,
That's all...
I can only give you country walks in springtime
And a hand to hold when leaves begin to fall;
And a love whose burning light
Will warm the winter's night
That's all,
That's all...
There are those I am sure who have told you,
They would give you the world for a toy.
All I have are these arms to enfold you,
And a love time can never destroy.
If you're wondering what I'm asking in return, dear,
You'll be glad to know that my demands are small.
Say it's me that you'll adore,
For now and evermore
That's all,
That's all...
(Lyrics from Michael Buble - That's All)
"The voice of the sea speaks to the soul. The touch of the sea is sensuous, enfolding the body in its soft, close embrace."
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....hitching a ride on beautiful NorderNey
“Surrounded by darkness yet enfolded in light”
― Alan Brennert
Cause if one of us falls, the other one will always pick them up ♥
(Based on the original idea of Lya, she was the artistic director here, I was just the operator)
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All the poses used in my pictures are made from scratch
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www.youtube.com/watch?v=qyDUpTd4J1w
I, am the mystery
And I, am the bringer of moonless night
Bear the wisdom arcane
I, harbinger from the burrowed isle
Once you break forth
Hearken the flap of my wings
Haunt your fears
Though you don't know of my duty to lead
Your path, because I'll take, you home
To rest in my black wings, enfolding you
I am the icon sublime
The guide on the voyage, clandestine
Sing the verses bewailed
I, torch of the radiant way
Once you step out
Hearken the strokes of my wings
Once you will leave your cocoon
I will be there
Haunt your fears
Though you don't know of my duty to lead
Your path, because I'll take, you home
To rest in my black wings, enfolding you
And death will smile his barefaced smile
Initiating your final anguish
It is not before my arrival
That you will be lead to feel the natural serenity of leaving this world...
Hear my wings caressing the wind
Hear my cry
Haunt your fears
Though you don't know of my duty to lead
Your path, because I'll take, you home
To rest in my black wings, enfolding you
[Song: "Quoth the Raven" by Eluvietie , off the 2010 album Everything Remains ( As It Never Was)]
Taken at Sunny's : maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Sunny%20Side%20Up/116/85/30
[pose- special Halloween]
First pic to hit 250 faves. Thank you.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=eIvvuSfB9Z0&list=RDgsVgqms1sl...
Be my friend, hold me
Wrap me up, enfold me
I am small and needy
Warm me up and breathe me
Ouch I have lost myself again
Lost myself and I am nowhere to be found
Yeah I think that I might break
Lost myself again and I feel unsafe
Surrounded by darkness yet enfolded in light.
― Alan Brennert
I will be offline for the next two days so will catch up with you when I come back.
"Surrounded by darkness yet enfolded in light.”
Quote ― Alan Brennert, Moloka'i
Inside Tate Modern, London
Original Post: sweetmel3818.wixsite.com/confessionsmidstoner/post/confes...
I have a heart of gold
So I was told
It remains warm when exposed to cold
A golden heart ‘coz of the love it holds.
People affirm I have a heart of gold
Unpossessed by hatred, untouched by fury
Undisturbed by worry, unrestrained by agony
A heart of gold free from grips of misery.
The angels sing I have a heart of gold
Nourished by goodness, fostered by kindness
Blessed with grace, filled with brightness
A heart of gold rich with unfathomable happiness.
I was born with a heart of gold
A golden heart bigger than the world
Too big, in fact, the sky can’t enfold
A golden heart that ne’er grows old.
Geraldine Fernandez
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How silent is this place
The brilliant sunshine filters through the trees
The leaves are rustled by a gentle breeze
A wild and open space
By shrubs pink-tipped, mauve blossomed o’ergrown
A hush enfolds me, deep as I have known
Unbroken save by distant insects’ drone
A jungle clearing, a track, through which we bear our load to Him
It is our Paradise Road
…
Location: BBBB SL Studio
Model: Maria Dolce
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My Grandmother’s Hands
-MWV-
My grandmother's hands, are well farrowed
- we've borrowed a lifetime of her loving care
My grandmother's hands are now clasping
- grasping our laughter from her youthful forays
My grandmother's hands are busy
- I'm dizzy watching her shelling peas
Her hands on my cheek would caress me
- bless me forgive me whenever I've wronged
My grandmother's lips are now humming
- smile coming reliving her memories once more
My grandmother's eyes closing
- now dozing at rest in her favourite chair
My grandmother's hands I would hold them
- enfold them tenderly into my own
My Grandmother's hands, well I miss them
- I'd kiss them and bathe them in my loving tears
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A white flake behind a prism, that's how I got the colors and the diffused light, I cut a little down because you could see the edge of the prism .
Wrap me up, enfold me
I am small and needy
Warm me up and breathe me
Be my friend, hold me
Wrap me up, enfold me
I am small and needy
Warm me up and breathe me
Photo taken at Capua
And you sang, "Sail to me, sail to me, let me enfold you"
Here I am, here I am waiting to hold you
Did I dream you dreamed about me?
Were you hare when I was fox?
Now my foolish boat is leaning
Broken lovelorn on your rocks
For you sing, "Touch me not, touch me not, come back tomorrow"
Oh my heart, oh my heart shies from the sorrow
Music Mood
♫ T. Buckley | Song to the Siren ♫
Long afloat on shipless oceans
I did all my best to smile
'Til your singing eyes and fingers
Drew me loving to your isle
And you sang
Sail to me, sail to me
Let me enfold you
Here I am, here I am
Waiting to hold you
I turn the pages and the image enfolds the next journey.
Morning, sweet morning of the arrival. I couldn't explain it. I just hear the birds, the salutation of this beautiful day.
The two towers Garisenda and Asinelli are the traditional symbol of Bologna.
Built between 1109 and 1119 at 97.2 meters, The Torre Asinelli is the tallest leaning medieval tower in the world.
The Torre Asinelli has a little sister, the Garisenda tower:
Despite her noble age and her noticeable lean, you can climb the 498 steps to the top of the Torre Asinelli and enjoy the unique viewpoint and panorama that enfolds before you.
Darkness enfolded me.....
Led Zeppelin "No Quarter" www.youtube.com/watch?v=VBsbCMIyG6E
clouds enfold the hills
a river flowing somewhere
singing with the rain
half a second at dusk
the hills once again.. become elsewhere :-)
ICM of the local ridge-line
and multiple exposures of... other things ;-)
The voice of the sea speaks to the soul. The touch of the sea is sensuous, enfolding the body in its soft, close embrace. -
Kate Chopin
Thank you for your kind visit. Have a wonderful and beautiful day! xo💜💜
finger painted… Istanbul.
Love - a poem by Khalil Gibran
Then said Almitra, "Speak to us of Love."
And he raised his head and looked upon the people, and there fell a stillness upon them.
And with a great voice he said:
When love beckons to you, follow him,
Though his ways are hard and steep.
And when his wings enfold you yield to him,
Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.
And when he speaks to you believe in him,
Though his voice may shatter your dreams
as the north wind lays waste the garden.
For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning.
Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun,
So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth.
Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto himself.
He threshes you to make you naked.
He sifts you to free you from your husks.
He grinds you to whiteness.
He kneads you until you are pliant;
And then he assigns you to his sacred fire, that you may become sacred bread for God's sacred feast.
All these things shall love do unto you that you may know the secrets of your heart, and in that knowledge become a fragment of Life's heart.
But if in your fear you would seek only love's peace and love's pleasure,
Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love's threshing-floor,
Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears.
Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself.
Love possesses not nor would it be possessed;
For love is sufficient unto love.
When you love you should not say, "God is in my heart," but rather, "I am in the heart of God."
And think not you can direct the course of love, for love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course.
Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself.
But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires:
To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.
To know the pain of too much tenderness.
To be wounded by your own understanding of love;
And to bleed willingly and joyfully.
To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving;
To rest at the noon hour and meditate love's ecstasy;
To return home at eventide with gratitude;
And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.
“Each time he walked out through
that old and peeling wooden door,
the darkness imploded in on me
and shook me to my very core
Each time he rolled back in so unexpectedly,
I felt the sun rise in my heart
The light became so bright
there was no room for shadows and the floor
was made for dancing once again
and music played as gently as an angel's harp
and it was just as if the jigsaw
of my patchwork soul no longer tore
because it had beyond all doubt or reason,
found the missing part.” - AP
Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZNtEZzQ65UQ
Эльфийская песня (ELVEN SONG)
FroZEN sunlight
warmed by your tender heart
melts softly much to my delight
and gently falls upon the dart
from Eros' bow
his ancient quiver
the aim; the blow
holds true; I shiver
as the cloak of darkness now ascends
enfolds me in soft velvet swathes
the last of evening light descends
'til day and night roll into waves
the deepest ocean is within my reach
the shingled beach shifts easily beneath my feet
Mother nature has so much to teach
and now I have your love I am complete
no longer wandering my beach alone
a hand to guide me; shooting stars abound
I make a wish and learn to skim a stone
I place a message in a bottle that I found
and hope that you will see it
and will care enough to read it
when I look down from here on high
and when I see your smile and know I placed it there
I will whisper on the breeze as gentle as a sigh
so you may hear or feel it just as though my hand
touches you on your shoulder and you will know
that there is more in Heaven and Earth we do not understand
and more to life and love that does not end because we have to go.
- AP - Copyright © remains with and is the intellectual property of the author
Copyright © protected image please do not reproduce without permission
Weekend blessings my friends and all who like my pictures.
With grateful thanks <3
Thanks to Dmitry for inspiring the title! ; 0))
Late evening into early night while in Yellowstone waiting for darkness to enfold and reveal the Milky Way.
[explore]
Dedicated to "First Quality" group - to the wonderful and hardworking admins and moderators of the team. Thank you for featuring me as member of the week on the front page– 21April 2008.
FIRST QUALITYis one of the high quality groups you will find in flickr. It is an honor to have a photo invited in the group, much more a great privilege to be featured and endorsed by them. Thank you so much for your warm words !!
"Long afloat on shipless oceans
I did all my best to smile
'Til your singing eyes and fingers
Drew me loving to your isle
And you sang
Sail to me
Sail to me
Let me enfold you
Here I am
Here I am
Waiting to hold you"
Song to the Siren by Tim Buckley
www.youtube.com/watch?v=vMTEtDBHGY4
I felt abit ruderless with my images over the weekend with the famous FFF plus. I couldn't find my anchor. So I just had a play with some of my images instead.
Another hike started very early in the morning.... dawn just started to lighten up the sky and enfolded the silhouettes of the Swiss Alps. The light was something between golden, purple and dark blue…. A gorgeous moment in time. What a shame if I had missed it!
Hope you like it.
“The voice of the sea is seductive; never ceasing, whispering, clamoring, murmuring, inviting the soul to wander for a spell in abysses of solitude ; to lose itself in mazes of inward contemplation.
The voice of the sea speaks to the soul. The touch of the sea is sensuous, enfolding the body in its soft, close embrace.”
― Kate Chopin
The lovely morning sunlight brought this small central leaf to my eye. The surrounding swirl of leaves and grasses seemed to be enfolding, embracing, nurturing. Some remarkable sentiments felt in a very common small space.
The two towers Garisenda and Asinelli are the traditional symbol of Bologna.
Built between 1109 and 1119 at 97.2 meters, The Torre Asinelli is the tallest leaning medieval tower in the world.
The Torre Asinelli has a little sister, the Garisenda tower:
Despite her noble age and her noticeable lean, you can climb the 498 steps to the top of the Torre Asinelli and enjoy the unique viewpoint and panorama that enfolds before you.