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Don't miss the small beauties alongside your path...

>>Can you hear the Gods whispering in the dark,

speaking to you through the rustle of leaves?<<

 

The "disciples of the roving heart" pools question

fits so much fo this photograph... I think!

A wonderful sunday & Mothers' Day to all my flickr friends... filled with inner light.

This is dedicated to ScaryLily... her photograph inspired me to have a different point of view on this little winter beauty!!!

The Lunar Eclipse fades out as the sun begins to rise, April 4, 2015.

The temp, at sunrise, was 1ºF when I took this.

Twilight Panorama at Tiscornia Park

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Doesn't she have a most beautiful lace?

The beginning of the Memorial Day weekend, 2017.

 

Based on my calculations, this was taken 1.2 miles away from the lighthouses.

A little saxifraga flower.... they are so tiny - it was an experience taking a closer macro-look on them! They grow like a pink cloud..... I tried to transport this feeling with the selective focus.

Still winter time... but the sun is calling the little springflowers out ...

While Diwali is popularly known as the "festival of lights", the most significant esoteric meaning is "the awareness of the inner light".

Central to Hindu philosophy is the assertion that there is something beyond the physical body and mind which is pure, infinite, and eternal. Just as we celebrate the birth of our physical being, Diwali is the celebration of this Inner Light.

Diwali celebrates this through festive fireworks, lights, flowers, sharing sweets, and worship. While the story behind Diwali varies from region to region, the essence is the same - to rejoice in the Inner Light.

 

adapted from en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Diwali

The temp, at sunrise, was 1ºF when I took this.

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

  

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When I saw this little "fountains" I inmediately had my old favourite song in mind

"fountain of sorrow" by Jackson Browne... was going to put a link to the song... but

it didn't work, so here are the lyrics:

 

FOUTAIN OF SORROW

FOUNTAIN OF LIGHT

 

(...)

 

Fountain of sorrow, fountain of light

Youve known that hollow sound of your own steps in flight

Youve had to hide sometimes, but now youre all right

And its good to see your smiling face tonight

 

(...)

 

song by Jackson Browne

 

This "fountain of light" goes with the neighbouring photograph "fountain of sorrow"

  

... in dedication to a dear friend who really needs

this healing energy of Echinacea today...

 

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New, handmade background, room.

 

If you use this background, please credit me with a link back to this page and a sample of your work (small size.) Thank you!

 

Please, do not claim nor redistribute as your own.

 

*** I'd love it if you would post your artwork to my new group Temari's Galactic Studio. ***

a shamanic journey to the dark side of the moon .. if you bring enough inner light along with you the whole thing lights up ...

There seems to be what looks like a poetic cow down there in a crater ringing it's bell ....

Series: Details of a rose I

 

In dedication to all my wonderful spanish Flickr friends!

I love this place because it evokes in me the memories and emotions of the Sydney Olympics. The Happiness, the Harmony, the community and the excellence that gripped not only Sydney but the nation. Sydney Olympic Park, Homebush NSW

  

In Explore 25, Oct 2007 #130

History in EXPLORE

  

this is the first of my 12 jewels

 

thank you * too blessed to be depressed * for inspiring it and let me think about my own :-)

 

Oh and I am not very happy with that first one but I had to start somewhere... Don't be mad :-\

    

 

Another oldie from Albuquerque Balloon Fiesta.

No big deal, just prepping candidates for next years "digital paintbrush" calendar.

 

(more balloons at this link)

  

I've got nothing to say about this except, Brrrr. It was cold out there today!

 

Hand held from on top of a dune with 23mph wind gusts.

© Ben Heine || Facebook || Twitter || www.benheine.com

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The 2 persons represented are my dear friends

Dominika Timoszuk and Leszek Boltruczuk.

 

Dominika graduated in law and got a master degree

in criminology. However, she is rather interested in arts and

literature. She also loves music and sings in her rockband

and sometimes writes about life observations.

 

Visit Dominika's great blog: "Inner Light"

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For more information about my art: info@benheine.com

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Dreamy Invader

 

By Dominika Timoszuk

 

You and You

always in my dreams

Real, so real

only when I sleep

Close, too close

makes me feel afraid

That my whisper

will reveal

will betray

that You were here

 

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All the poems posted here are by Dominika Timoszuk.

 

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Under my skin

 

By Dominika Timoszuk

 

Nothing new under my skin:

Blood perversely rushes through veins

Every move strains my muscles

Every heartbeat closes Death.

 

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Nirvana of Mine

 

By Dominika Timoszuk

 

A thoughtless moment-

joyful nonexistance

With no past behind me-

laugh at ego persistence.

 

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I'm every woman

 

By Dominika Timoszuk

 

I'm every woman

Craving for attention

Sweet lies

not to mention

 

A walking contradiction

Within just one month

Anything can happen

That is woman's life.

 

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Against Disabilism

 

By Dominika Timoszuk

 

Come in handy Handicapped

Show us how to treasure

What we take for granted

Without having a measure

 

For we can walk

and march for war

For we can speak

but tell all lies

 

Handicapped we are

Though having all we need

With no compasion- mentally ill

Looking so fine- rotten underneath

 

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Sweet Dreaming

 

By Dominika Timoszuk

 

Again-the dreaming-

And that sweet, sweet feeling

when the dream slips woken mind.

 

And moment of truth

You're gone, no more us-two

And again I'm all alone.

 

A banal cliché

Fatal anyway

I'm killing the dream

Stuck in reality.

 

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Provoking Myself

 

By Dominika Timoszuk

 

I dreamt of hugging that made me shiver

I dreamt of sucking that made me blush

I dreamt of licking that made me give her

the whole small prudish world of mine

 

And then I woke up and right beside me

There was she lying stark naked, so pleased

And realised it wasn't just dreaming

And here I go- a totally new Me.

 

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Wind in my Hair

 

By Dominika Timoszuk

 

Wind in my hair

Euphemism today

Can't blame the wind

It's blowing like hell

 

Drops from the sky

Euphemism once more

Can't blame the rain

It wets me to the core.

 

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Long ago

 

By Dominika Timoszuk

 

When the past comes back

And gets sitted right beside You

Then you realise

That it is all behind You

 

And the words he says don't hurt

Though they still make melody

Though the looks can't deceive

No they can't, indeed!

 

And though moment gets me stuck

In- between realities

There's no place for regrets

Only pleasure memories

 

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The Verses from the Bus

 

By Dominika Timoszuk

 

The fragility of Fate!

Though Fate seems so grave

That's just an illusion

The mix, the fusion

 

Of impossibility

Of ridiculous

 

The mingle of you and me

Sweet, sour, loving, mean

Exaggeration, duration

Of our small nation

 

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While drunk...

 

By Dominika Timoszuk

 

Drunk in my mind

Physically sober

That is my way

to survive October

 

Soon to come winter

Freezes my cheer

Leaves cover my bed

Need You to warm me Dear

 

I deeply hope

Like nature blooms

That in the spring

I'll also do

 

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The Handicapped

 

By Dominika Timoszuk

 

Come in handy Handicapped

Show us how to treasure

What we take for granted

Without having a measure

 

For we can walk

and march for war

For we can speak

but tell all lies

 

Handicapped we are

Though having all we need

With no compasion- mentally ill

Looking so fine- rotten underneath

 

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Sad Conclusion

 

By Dominika Timoszuk

 

Don't worry, be happy

Friday the Thirteenth

Nothing bad can happen

Except for this:

 

You spill the milk all over

You crush Your shiny Rover

You really deadly miss her

You stain your favourite T-shirt

 

Don't worry, be happy

Saturday- Fourteenth

Nothing bad will happen

Except for this:

 

You...

 

On and on all over

Like on the carousel

Life chases destiny

Through triviality...

 

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The Greed

 

By Dominika Timoszuk

 

Oh, God's little malice

Forbiding the greed

When it's all people's nature

The craving for life

 

To grab it and taste it

With their mouths full

They mumble sinning

always yearn for more

 

Insatiable desire

Never to be fullfilled

But that urge lasts forever

But that is all in vain.

 

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.

 

Werner (poetry & truth) came over visiting... here you will find some more photographs: flickr.com/photos/poetry-and-truth/2318567431/

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