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HR Hrvatski
Iz pukotine kamena, tamo gdje se čini da život ne može niknuti, ova žilava biljka prkosi suši i vremenu.
Dovoljna joj je kap rose, malo svjetla i puno upornosti.
Nježna i snažna u isto vrijeme — baš poput nas kad vjerujemo u sebe. 🌼
🇬🇧 English
From a crack in the stone, where drought and silence reign, life has emerged.
Biting Stonecrop — a symbol of resilience, humility and perseverance.
Delicate at first glance, yet tenacious and indestructible.
🇫🇷 Français
D'une fissure dans la pierre, là où règnent la sécheresse et le silence, la vie a surgi.
Orpin âcre — symbole de force, d'humilité et de persévérance.
Fragile en apparence, mais tenace et indestructible.
🇩🇪 Deutsch
Aus einem Riss im Felsen, wo Trockenheit und Stille herrschen, ist Leben hervorgebrochen.
Scharfer Mauerpfeffer — ein Symbol für Stärke, Demut und Ausdauer.
Zart im Anschein, aber zäh und unverwüstlich.
🇪🇸 Español
De una grieta en la piedra, donde reinan la sequía y el silencio, ha surgido la vida.
Uña de gato — símbolo de fortaleza, humildad y persistencia.
Delicada a simple vista, pero resistente e indestructible.
🇮🇹 Italiano
Da una crepa nella roccia, dove regnano la siccità e il silenzio, è nata la vita.
Borracina acre — simbolo di forza, umiltà e resistenza.
Apparentemente fragile, ma tenace e indistruttibile.
The shoeshine boy shines…
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Get Together- The Youngbloods with Lyrics
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- Saint Augustine.
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The scenery at the Cathedral gorge state park in Nevada initially reminded me of the rock formations in many of Utah’s national parks. The only difference I could find was the size. Cathedral gorge has all the patterns and shapes but at a much smaller scale. Its also a lot easier to get close and enjoy at an intimate level. While I hoped for good light during the evening golden hour, light that complimented the landscape only materialized after the sunset. Even golden hour light was too harsh for this landscape, but just as the sun went down, the light turned more ethereal, complimenting the pastel colors of the rocks brilliantly. Fortunately, I had the presence of mind to return to some of the spots I had noticed while hiking and take advantage of the gorgeous light.
Cette photo parle-t-elle d'humidité ou d'humilité ?
Sommes nous tout petits face au déchainement de la renapée ou face à la grandeur des dieux des hommes ?
La question reste ouverte...
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This is the light of the mind, cold and planetary.
The trees of the mind are black. The light is blue.
The grasses unload their griefs at my feet as if I were God,
Prickling my ankles and murmuring of their humility.
Fumy spiritous mists inhabit this place
Separated from my house by a row of headstones.
I simply cannot see where there is to get to.
The moon is no door. It is a face in its own right,
White as a knuckle and terribly upset.
It drags the sea after it like a dark crime; it is quiet
With the O-gape of complete despair. I live here.
Twice on Sunday, the bells startle the sky –
Eight great tongues affirming the Resurrection.
At the end, they soberly bong out their names.
The yew tree points up. It has a Gothic shape.
The eyes lift after it and find the moon.
The moon is my mother. She is not sweet like Mary.
Her blue garments unloose small bats and owls.
How I would like to believe in tenderness –
The face of the effigy, gentled by candles,
Bending, on me in particular, its mild eyes.
I have fallen a long way. Clouds are flowering
Blue and mystical over the face of the stars.
Inside the church, the saints will be all blue,
Floating on their delicate feet over cold pews,
Their hands and faces stiff with holiness.
The moon sees nothing of this. She is bald and wild.
And the message of the yew tree is blackness –
blackness and silence.
Sylvia Plath
When life gets hard, and believe me, it will, don't let pride or hatred take root in your soul. They are heavy weights that will only drag you down. Instead, turn to the simple truths. Be honest with yourself and with others. A kind heart and a clear conscience are a powerful shield. When you feel lost, remember what truly matters. Trust in God, and live a good life, with integrity and humility, and He will always guide your way.
If we all put our hearts and minds together in collaboration, working towards a better world, everyone, and I mean everyone, will be better off for sure!
In today's world, where some forget their children's needs, I want to emphasize the importance of being there for our children, whatever their needs may be. We cannot dictate, we must accompany and help in every way!!!!! It is not easy!
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THE ANIMAL CRUSADE
One day all the sties and burrows opened
And out came the cave-bear the mammoth the seafaring
cormorant, that poetic diving bird, the white-headed vulture
the rock-goat from the mountains, the sea unicorn
You could see by their snouts that they meant business
You could hear by their flapping wings and their burr
They had thrown off their humility, cast down their yoke
once imposed by Adam’s secretive hero
the one with the garden
They were, to cut a long story short, fed up
And the morals of the shotgun had been cast off
the flayed skin of flight had faded
The viper walked tall and the swine wore polaroid glasses
that lent him pleasant looks. The beavers
gnawed down telegraph poles and so cut off any form of communication
Predictably enough, the lion led the way black black
as black gold and gold-coloured as deep black
It was a magnificent procession, blinding to the eye
At the back the unicorn reported as missing, the dodo the passenger pigeon
as well as various viruses and the elated spermatozoids
So the holy animals
travelled the holy world
And do you know how or why?
Oh no, they just went travelling, they didn’t have a flag!
Sometimes ripped up laws out of sheer happiness
or bled a city dry
Now and then trampled on a Jesus
or struck down a prophet or a princess
They were beginning to get tired
Haste no longer necessary
The one day’s deities left the fire
H.H. ter Balkt
Translation: Willem Groenewegen
The single white rose conveys a strong and deep message of hope, respect, and love. It conveys the purity of that love and deep respect. When a single white rose is given, it not only signals a level of humility but also conveys an everlasting love and devotion between two people.
"For My hand made all these things, Thus all these things came into being," declares the LORD "But to this one I will look, To him who is humble and contrite of spirit, and who trembles at My word."
Isaiah 66:2
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Defiance in Red
Some days teach us humility, some tenderness. I captured this wild poppy under massive karst cliffs, fighting the wind. May is painted with their color, and this photo says it all. It's an escape into freedom, seeking peace where gentle large petals meet the hard stone of a windy bay. This is that true "Laganini" moment—being just a spectator in the theatre of eternity while the bura wind sleeps and the mountains have our back, just as with these gentle poppies. Šilo is the perfect place for such contemplation. 🎨️️
Prkos u crvenom
Neki dani nas uče skromnosti, a neki nježnosti. Ulovio sam ovaj divlji mak podno masivnog krša, kako se bori s vjetrom. Svibanj je oslikan njihovom bojom, a ova fotografija govori sve. To je bijeg u slobodu, traženje mira tamo gdje se susreću nježna velika latica i tvrdi kamen vjetrovite uvale. To je onaj pravi "Laganini" trenutak—biti samo gledatelj u kazalištu vječnosti dok bura spava, a planine nam čuvaju leđa, baš kao i ovim nježnim makovima. Šilo je savršeno mjesto za takvo promišljanje. 🎨️️
But before God himself, believe me, a little training in humility . . . means more than all the learning in the world. Instead of establishing proofs and drawing conclusions, we will get to see ourselves honestly for what we are and to remain in simplicity before God. What he wants is for the soul to behave like a fool—which is just what it is in his presence.
-Beauty and Horror in a Concentration Camp, The Story of Etty Hillesum, James Murphy (Quoted in Herbstrith, Stein, 67.)
7. Respect – Aretha Franklin
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After all the pomp and glamor of the last few days, this photo comes with humility and silence.
A small tree that the icy winter winds of the Bohemian Ore Mountains have transformed into a beautiful sculpture.
The visibility this morning near Cínovec was actually no more than what can be seen here (i.e. de facto close to zero). It gives this view a minimalist appearance that absolutely fascinated me and still does.
And if it hadn't been so incredibly uncomfortable that day because of the really strong icy wind, I would have liked to explore the area further. But after 15 minutes of being outside, my capacity for suffering had already been exhausted, and I was afraid that if I stayed here any longer, I would soon look like the tree.
Nach dem ganzen Prunk und Glamour der letzten Tage kommt diese Foto mit Demut und Stille daher.
Ein klein Baum, den die eisigen Winterwinde des böhmischen Erzgebirges in eine wunderschöne Skulptur verwandelt haben.
Die Sichtweite an diesem Morgen in der Nähe von Cínovec war tatsächlich nicht mehr, als man hier sehen kann (also defacto nahe Null). Sie verleiht diesem Anblick eine minimalistische Erscheinung, die mich absolut fasziniert hat und das noch immer tut.
Und wäre es an dem Tag nicht wegen dem wirklich starken eisigen Wind so unfassbar ungemütlich gewesen, hätte ich die Gegend gern noch weiter erkundet. Doch meine Leidensfähigkeit war nach 15 Minuten im Freien bereits ausgereizt, und ich hatte die Befürchtung, dass ich, wenn ich noch länger hier bleibe, bald so aussehen würde, wie der Baum,
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THE ANIMAL CRUSADE
One day all the sties and burrows opened
And out came the cave-bear the mammoth the seafaring
cormorant, that poetic diving bird, the white-headed vulture
the rock-goat from the mountains, the sea unicorn
You could see by their snouts that they meant business
You could hear by their flapping wings and their burr
They had thrown off their humility, cast down their yoke
once imposed by Adam’s secretive hero
the one with the garden
They were, to cut a long story short, fed up
And the morals of the shotgun had been cast off
the flayed skin of flight had faded
The viper walked tall and the swine wore polaroid glasses
that lent him pleasant looks. The beavers
gnawed down telegraph poles and so cut off any form of communication
Predictably enough, the lion led the way black black
as black gold and gold-coloured as deep black
It was a magnificent procession, blinding to the eye
At the back the unicorn reported as missing, the dodo the passenger pigeon
as well as various viruses and the elated spermatozoids
So the holy animals
travelled the holy world
And do you know how or why?
Oh no, they just went travelling, they didn’t have a flag!
Sometimes ripped up laws out of sheer happiness
or bled a city dry
Now and then trampled on a Jesus
or struck down a prophet or a princess
They were beginning to get tired
Haste no longer necessary
The one day’s deities left the fire
H.H. ter Balkt
Translation: Willem Groenewegen
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