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“I didn't know then what I wanted, but the ache for it was palpable.”
― Sue Monk Kidd, The Mermaid Chair
Where the earth weeps in rivers of flame,
And the tides sing songs of sorrow and time,
She stands, unshaken, calling his name,
Though the sea steals the land in slow decline.
Molten fire drips from broken stone,
The island fades, its body weak,
Yet love survives though flesh be gone,
And longing learns no way to sleep.
She waits, though years slip through her hands,
Though waves erase each fleeting trace,
Her vow remains frozen in hourglass sands,
A prayer shrouded by time’s embrace.
The winds may whisper tales of loss,
The stars may dim, the earth may break,
Yet in her heart, no doubt can cross;
She waits for him, for love’s own sake.
Even as the last light dies,
And silence drowns the molten shore,
Her heart will never close its eyes;
She’ll wait for him till time's no more.
The island fades, the waters rise,
The sky grows heavy, dark with fate,
Yet through it all, with steadfast eyes,
she whispers, **"I will wait."**
Seasons weave their quiet spell,
Brushing years upon her face,
Yet love outlasts what time would quell,
It lingers in a secret place.
And if the world should drown or burn,
If all she’s known should cease to be,
Still, in the tides, her heart will turn,
To a beacon lost at sea.
Lost
We must be willing to let go of the life we have planned, so as to have the life that is waiting for us.
E. M. Forster
All along, I felt a longing to find
the lighthouse,
But I found a home, through a lens
in the water drawn from the well
I fell into.
I know that I've been sleeping,
and I know that I've been dreaming.
But now the sun is streaming
and I swear that I've been here before.
Not just the act of being,
Caught somewhere in between.
I just can't fight this feeling
I swear that I've been here before.
Are they mine?
These memories reside inside my mind.
Bleeding borders
Run with colors seen before my time.
I know that I've been sleeping,
and I know that I've been dreaming.
But now the sun is streaming,
and I swear that I've been here before.
Mree
It was a cozy corner of the restaurant with a good view overlooking the gardens outside and oh....my...what am I looking at in that frame....hhmmmm?
Two moons in the sky--part of a parallel universe in"1Q84" by Haruki Murakami.
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In the hush of a memories gentle embrace,
A woman named Aurora found her place.
She walked a path to a mountain high,
Where she whispered secrets to the sky.
By a glowing lake, serene and bright,
Beneath the dance of aurora light,
She vanished into the night so deep,
Where dreams and stars together sleep.
The sky ablaze with colors rare,
Painted stories in the air.
Aurora's spirit, wild and free,
Merged with a light, that few could see.
Her voice, a whisper few can hear,
A sound so beautifully crystal clear.
And though she disappeared from sight,
Her essence lingered into the night.
Lost
Love can't be stopped by anything,
she cares neither gate nor bars...
and conquers everything in her way.
She has been here from the beginning,
and will be flapping her wings for eternity...
to strike our hearts time after time.
Schiller
Once upon an evening, in a quiet town by the sea, there was a garden known for its extraordinary roses, called **Sunset Garden**. It was said that every rose in the garden held the light of the setting sun within its petals, glowing with hues of pink and gold as the day drew to a close.
The caretaker of this garden was a man named **Elden**, whose eyes shimmered like moonlight and whose hands were always stained with the earth he so lovingly tended. Elden had a secret; he whispered to the roses at sunset, sharing stories of the ocean's depths and the sky's endless expanse, and in return, the roses bloomed with colors so vivid and warm, they seemed to capture the very essence of the sun's last rays.
One evening, as the sun dipped low, casting a golden blanket over the world, a young traveler named **Aria** stumbled upon the garden. Her eyes, the color of the stormy sea, widened in wonder at the sight of the roses that seemed to dance with the light. Elden, noticing her awe, invited her to walk the garden's paths.
As they strolled among the blooms, Elden shared his tales of the roses, and Aria listened, her heart swelling with a feeling she couldn't quite name. It was here, in the embrace of the sunset rose garden, that Aria found a peace she'd been seeking all her life, a sense of belonging that had eluded her in her travels.
The garden, Elden explained, was a testament to the beauty of light and life, a reminder that even as the day ends, beauty and warmth remain. And as the sun finally surrendered to the night, Aria knew she would carry the memory of the sunset roses with her, like a beacon in the dark, guiding her wherever she might go.
And so, the Sunset Garden remained, a hidden gem that glowed with the last light of day, a place where stories were shared, and hearts were gently reminded of the enduring beauty of a sunset's glow.
Lost
The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear, and the oldest and strongest kind of fear is fear of the unknown.
H. P. Lovecraft
The grassy fields glow like burning embers as they filter the falling sunlight... But now the moonlight along with the rainclouds will extinguish this blaze of color in the silence of nightfall.
Lost
The January 2022 exhibition/installation @ Nitroglobus is in place AND wow what a metamorphosis: it's Mokiglobus now instead of Nitroglobus.
Super proud and happy to present to you: MINDSCAPES by Moki Yuitza; an overwhelming installation of shapes and light
My sincere thanks to David Silence who made the poster for this exhibition, based on an image of Moki.
The installation is open for visitors as of now.
The official opening party is scheduled for Monday, 10 January, 12 PM SLT (is 21 hrs Amsterdam time)
Music by DJ Jill Agresti
taxi: maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Sunshine%20Homestead/38/26...
Nitroglobus
Dido Haas
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MINDSCAPES description by Moki:
SL is a virtual world in which everything is possible .... space is a mathematical/mental construction in which anything can be realized ... as long as we can conceive it.
When I was young, I loved building everything that popped into my head with colored bricks, and here in SL I used the same basic bricks which were available to give substance to my mental spaces.
Landscapes, formed just with simple prims, in which we, the avatars, move around and to which the avatars give body and dimension.
One is meaningless without the other.
In a tranquil pond, a water lily lay,
Dreaming of the light that dances in the day.
Her petals exposed, she waits in a quiet place,
For rain clouds to part, revealing the sun's embrace.
She whispers to the ripples, soft and low,
Of golden beams that set her heart aglow.
In her dreams, the sky is clear and bright,
Each drop of rain a promise of the light.
Patiently she waits, through storm and shade,
Knowing that the darkness will soon fade.
Her roots deep in the water, firm and strong,
She holds onto her dream, like a silent song.
And when the clouds at last begin to part,
The light falls from the sky and touches her heart.
Then she blooms, her dreams come true,
Bathed in the warmth of the sun's golden hue.
Lost
In a winter's dream, I wandered far,
Beneath the light of a golden star.
Snowflakes whispered, soft and light,
Guiding me through my endless night.
Lost in a world of frost and gleam,
I drifted in a frozen dream.
The sunlight cast a silver glow,
On fields of white, where shadows grow.
Through the forest, deep and still,
I wandered on, against my will.
Until I found, with breathless awe,
A snow-covered tree, without a flaw.
Its branches glistened, pure and bright,
A beacon within my misty sight.
I stood before it, heart laid bare,
And saw my reflection, standing there.
In the silence, I found my way,
In the tree's embrace, I chose to stay.
For in its beauty, I could see,
The path to who I longed to be.
Lost
Never make your home in a place. Make a home for yourself inside your own head. You'll find what you need to furnish it - memory, friends you can trust, love of learning, and other such things. That way it will go with you wherever you journey.
Tad Williams
On a rugged shore where the land met the sea, stood a solitary tree. Its silhouette, a stark contrast against the fading light, spoke of time's relentless passage. The tree's roots delved deep into the rocky crevices, holding firm against the buffeting winds and the salty spray of the ocean.
This tree was the last of its kind, a sole survivor of the trees that once thrived here. Over the years, the other trees had fallen, victims to the encroaching sea or the ravages of time. But not this tree. It stood resilient, a testament to endurance and the will to survive.
Each day, the tree faced the same challenges: the harsh sun, the fierce storms, and the creeping tide. Yet, each day, it also witnessed the beauty of the horizon, the dance of the stars, and the quiet solitude of the night.
The tree became a beacon of hope for the creatures of the shore. Birds nested in its branches, crabs found shelter in its shade, and travelers would often pause in their journey to admire its strength.
As twilight deepened, the tree's silhouette grew more pronounced, a dark figure against the sky's watercolor blend of purples and blues. It was in this serene moment that the tree seemed to whisper to all who would listen, a message carried on the gentle sea breeze:
"Stand tall against the trials, hold fast through the storms, and reach for the light with every sunrise. For in resilience, there is life; in endurance, there is growth; and in hope, there is the promise of a new day."
And so, the tree remained, a symbol of resilience and hope on the rocky shore, its silhouette an eternal story written against the canvas of the sky.
Lost