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All mysteries of heaven are hidden deep in yourself...
you just have to discover your secret fountain of mystery!
I have taken so many photographs of these little beauties...
Now they are in second bloom and I just couldn't resist
this morning...
J'ai ta main
Nous sommes allongés
Sur l'herbe de l'été.
Il est tard.
On entend chanter
Des amoureux et des oiseaux.
On entend chuchoter
Le vent dans la campagne.
On entend chanter la montagne.
J'ai ta main dans ma main.
Je joue avec tes doigts.
J'ai mes yeux dans tes yeux
Et partout, l'on ne voit
Que la nuit, belle nuit, que le ciel merveilleux,
Tout fleuri, palpitant, tendre et mystérieux.
Viens plus près, mon amour,
Ton cœur contre mon cœur
Et dis-moi qu'il n'est pas de plus charmant bonheur
Que ces yeux dans le ciel, que ce ciel dans tes yeux,
Que ta main qui joue avec ma main.
Je ne te connais pas.
Tu ne sais rien de moi.
Nous ne sommes que deux vagabonds,
Fille des bois, mauvais garçon.
Ta robe est déchirée.
Je n'ai plus de maison.
Je n'ai plus que la belle saison
Et ta main dans ma main
Qui joue avec mes doigts.
J'ai mes yeux dans tes yeux
Et partout, l'on ne voit
Que la nuit, belle nuit, que le ciel merveilleux,
Tout fleuri, palpitant, tendre et mystérieux.
Viens plus près, mon amour,
Ton cœur contre mon cœur
Et dis-moi qu'il n'est pas de plus charmant bonheur.
On oublie l'aventure et la route et demain
Mais qu'importe puisque j'ai ta main.
Mais qu'importe puisque j'ai ta main.
Mais qu'importe puisque j'ai ta main.*
*Charles Trenet
by Dalida:
To see a World in a Grain of Sand
and a Heaven in a Wild Flower,
hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
and Eternity in an hour*
*William Blake
Mirrored photograph... out of my series "colors dancing with light"...
I move my camera with open shutter over colors and light in order to abstract
the colors and light from their original forms.
(60.00N, 30.00E)MCMLXXI
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What does not matter ?
1.What to photograph - Camera.
2.Where to photograph - Place.
3.When to photograph -Time.
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What is important ?
1.Study and tune the camera.
2.Learn where you are going.
3.Study the lighting at different times.
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What's the secret?♀️
1.Feel the instrument, hear what it says.
2.Feel the atmosphere of the place, catch the wave.
3.Switch on .Catch the moment!⚡️
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Make a choice!
✨Finding the observer, comes awareness!✨
September
This is a parting full of banners:
the blue of plum and apple's green.
The garden hoists the aster's scanners
and thousand mullins shine between.
This is a parting full of brasses,
of giving thanks, of peasant balls.
With cowbells chiming, from the grasses
the motley herds march to their stalls.
This is a parting full of fragrance,
of ancient smells again revealed:
the jams' and jellies' boiling cadence,
the roasting taters in the field.
This is a parting full of hustle,
of spits with chickens, steins with stout.
The giant swings to heaven bustle,
but may not prove enough devout.
The starlings start their fall migration
and gossamer floats in the winds.
A loud and silent separation:
the carousels are in rotation
and what seems gone again begins.*
*Erich Kästner
From march 7 through march 10th all galleries in Königswinter opened their doors... this is my first time to do so here. The "official" inauguration of my exhibition will be in may though. It's an interesting experience to have your own photographs hanging all around ;-) Lizanne (lizannes_lightpaintings here on flickr) joined me with some of her works, too. flickr.com/photos/poetry-and-truth/2319536996
Werner (poetry & truth) came over visiting... here you will find some more photographs: flickr.com/photos/poetry-and-truth/2318567431/
Oh... by the way... this is also the reason for my being "almost absent" here on flickr, trading the "real" photoworld for the virtual one for a while...
Lights twinkle on the Grand Haven Pier. The Grand Haven Lighthouses glow with their lights as the sun begins to set over Grand Haven State Park and Lake Michigan
"The best and most beautiful things in life cannot be seen, not touched, but are felt in the heart." (Hellen Keller)
... This is the wonderful people behind all these great photographs here in flickr... expressing their inner with images & words & friendship.
1. Painted by light, 2. Soothing colour, 3. Bathing in colour, 4. Purple abstract
Created with fd's Flickr Toys.
The uniqueness of each soul
I swear my dear son,
no one in the entire world
is as precious as you are.
Look at that mirror
Take a good look at yourself
Who else is there above and beyond you?
Now give yourself a kiss
and with sweet whispers
fill your ears to the brim.
Watch for all that beauty,
reflecting from you
and sing a love song to your existence.
You can never overdo
praising your own soul
You can never over-pamper your heart.
You are both
the father and the son,
the sugar and the sugar cane.
Who else but you,
please tell me who else
can ever take your place?
Now give yourself a smile;
What is the worth of a diamond
if it doesn't shine?
How can I ever put a price
on the diamond that you are?
You are the entire treasure of the house.
You and your shadow
are forever present in this world;
You are that glorious bird of paradise*
*RUMI
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Jalal ad-Din Rumi was born in modern-day Afghanistan on September 30, 1207 and died on December 17, 1273 in Konya, Turkey. The 13th century was a time of a spiritual flowering in the Middle East. Many famous Sufi masters emerged and most of the present-day Sufi orders were established or crystallized during that time. Rumi was one of several spiritually gifted masters of the age.
Lamp of Love
Light, oh where is the light?
Kindle it with the burning fire of desire!
There is the lamp but never a flicker of a flame---is such thy fate, my heart?
Ah, death were better by far for thee!
Misery knocks at thy door,
and her message is that thy lord is wakeful,
and he calls thee to the love-tryst through the darkness of night.
The sky is overcast with clouds and the rain is ceaseless.
I know not what this is that stirs in me---I know not its meaning.
A moment's flash of lightning drags down a deeper gloom on my sight,
and my heart gropes for the path to where the music of the night calls me.
Light, oh where is the light!
Kindle it with the burning fire of desire!
It thunders and the wind rushes screaming through the void.
The night is black as a black stone.
Let not the hours pass by in the dark.
Kindle the lamp of love with thy life.
GITANJALI
Song offerings by
Rabindranath Tagore
I spend the past three days without being able to access the internet...
an unbelievable long time!
A wonderful and lightfilled weekend to you all!
"To cut across the shadow of a star
That gleamed upon the ice."
(Wordsworth)
Large View: markjamesford.prodibi.com/a/52892107kgxv1q8/i/rdelkzv09w0...
There is a life-force within your soul, seek that life.
There is a gem in the mountain of your body, seek that mine.
O traveler, if you are in search of that
Don't look outside, look inside yourself and seek that.
~ Rumi
Even in the midst of darkness, there is always light - we just have to find it. This could also be thought of, even in the midst of chaos we can always center - we just have to close our eyes and chose to do it. Whether it’s meditating, taking time for yourself, going to church, going to the gym, journaling, drawing, creating art, etc. Whatever your method - there is always light at the end of the tunnel and only you know best how to find it.
You have the power to find the light in the dark just like you have the power to let it take over you. What will you choose?
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"SPEAK US OF BEAUTY"
Where shall you seek beauty, and how shall you find her
unless she herself be your way and your guide?
And how shall you speak of her
except she be the weaver of your speech?...
Yet in truth you spoke not of her but of needs unsatisfied,
And beauty is not a need but an ecstasy.
It is not a mouth thirsting nor an empty hand stretched forth,
But rather a heart enflamed and a soul enchanted.
It is not the image you would see nor the song you would hear,
But rather an image you see
though you close your eyes
and a song you hear though you shut your ears.
It is not the sap within the furrowed bark,
nor a wing attached to a claw,
But rather a garden forever in bloom
and a flock of angels for ever in flight.
...Beauty is life when life unveils her holy face.
But you are life and you are the veil.
Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror.
But you are eternity and you are the mirror.
Kahlil Gibran (The Prophet)