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#Promised Land
"not given away the promised lands to who does not keep"
Are words borrowed from a great Italian songwriter Fabrizio De André.
Good continuation summer, here in Italy alternate days incredibly hot and humid, with days of cyclones which we never had before. Cities like Florence with neighborhoods shattered by tornadoes, is not a surreal tale, unfortunately is the reality.
Perhaps the topic climate and global warming will be the most important for the world in the next short time .... I hope
Thanks, as always, for your visits .... always appreciated :)
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Sunset reflections by a little fishing boat chained to the small wooden dock at Promised Land Lake, Pennsylvania.
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English
Yesterday my troubles seemed far away after thoroughly enjoying a cold cola from a supermarket on a bench in the Westbroekpark. This park is a peaceful place in a busy city where you can completely relax between the colorful flowerbeds, impressive statues and the most diverse bushes and trees. On a bench or on the green green grass of home. The home of your heart. The Hague is known as the city of peace. Here in this special park you can escape the daily pressures of life. For a moment in the eternity of time without fear, worries, judgements, obligations, expectations and without thoughts. Just nothing at all so that nothing becomes everything. Welcome to Westbroekpark, The Hague's Garden of Eden.
Nederlands
Gisteren leken mijn problemen even verdwenen als sneeuw voor de zon na heerlijk genoten te hebben van een koude cola uit een supermarkt op een bankje in het Westbroekpark. Dit park in Den Haag is een mooie vredige plek in een drukke stad waar je helemaal tot rust komt tussen de kleurrijke bloemperken, indrukwekkende kunstwerken en de meest uiteenlopende struiken en bomen. Op een bankje of op het groene gras. Hier in dit bijzondere park kun je ontsnappen aan de dagelijkse drukte van het leven. Voor een moment in de eeuwigheid van de tijd. Zonder angsten, zorgen, oordelen, verplichtingen en verwachtingen. Even zonder gedachten. Gewoon helemaal niets , zodat niets alles wordt. Welkom in het Westbroekpark. Welkom in het Haagse Hof van Eden.
Club night photography. Madhatter on the sax, Arkoss on the decks, Alice and the Chesire cat. I really want to do this again. Hard but different
Living in a time of transition. Will not, like Moses, live to experience the Promised Land.
Double exposure, one LED lamp.
A snails' tale from ancient times says that a snail, the Chosen One, will wander through a waste land with no food nor water, and she will eventually reach the Promised Land, a land of herbs and grass...
Westlich von Madaba/Jordanien liegt der Berg Nebo mit herrlichem Blick ins Land, bei klarer Sicht bis zum Toten Meer.
Franziskaner unterhalten die Moses-Gedächtnis-Kirche auf dem Plateau, eine Basilika aus byzantinischer Zeit mit prächtigen Mosaiken. Leider wird seit etlichen Jahren an einer modernen Kirche gebaut, die Mosaiken sind seitdem nicht zugänglich.
Moses soll nach der erfolgreichen Flucht aus Ägypten und dem Empfang der 10 Gebote von diesem 840 Meter hohen Gipfel aus das Gelobte Land erblickt haben – das er selbst nie betreten sollte: Moses starb hochbetagt auf dem Berg Nebo.
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Mount Nebo is a 840m high mountain located in the west of Madaba in Jordan, opposite the northern end of the Dead Sea. According to ancient tradition, this is the mountain from which Moses saw the Promised Land before he died.
Description in English and Dutch:
English
Yesterday my troubles seemed far away after thoroughly enjoying a cold cola from a supermarket on a bench in the Westbroekpark. This park is a peaceful place in a busy city where you can completely relax between the colorful flowerbeds, impressive statues and the most diverse bushes and trees. On a bench or on the green green grass of home. The home of your heart. The Hague is known as the city of peace. Here in this special park you can escape the daily pressures of life. For a moment in the eternity of time without fear, worries, judgements, obligations, expectations and without thoughts. Just nothing at all so that nothing becomes everything. Welcome to Westbroekpark, The Hague's Garden of Eden.
Nederlands
Gisteren leken mijn problemen even verdwenen als sneeuw voor de zon na heerlijk genoten te hebben van een koude cola uit een supermarkt op een bankje in het Westbroekpark. Dit park in Den Haag is een mooie vredige plek in een drukke stad waar je helemaal tot rust komt tussen de kleurrijke bloemperken, indrukwekkende kunstwerken en de meest uiteenlopende struiken en bomen. Op een bankje of op het groene gras. Hier in dit bijzondere park kun je ontsnappen aan de dagelijkse drukte van het leven. Voor een moment in de eeuwigheid van de tijd. Zonder angsten, zorgen, oordelen, verplichtingen en verwachtingen. Even zonder gedachten. Gewoon helemaal niets , zodat niets alles wordt. Welkom in het Westbroekpark. Welkom in het Haagse Hof van Eden.
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This beautiful little creek is near Bellingen, NSW. It had been raining quite a bit, and there was still a lot of mist around - it had quite an enchanted appearance.
October 29, approaching the paradise...
Now, some weeks later, the weather goes wild... incredibly strong wind and not only rain but deluges... yesterday, after a visit in the seaport, I couldn't return to my little bay, because the roads were completely flooded and covered with soil and rocks... so I had to take a hotel room, and here I am... still waiting for the weather to calm down, but I'm fine and finally there is some peace and quiet to upload some photos of the journey and the first days/weeks on the island. :-)
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Expect nothing. Live frugally
On surprise.
become a stranger
To need of pity
Or, if compassion be freely
Given out
Take only enough
Stop short of urge to plead
Then purge away the need.
Wish for nothing larger
Than your own small heart
Or greater than a star;
Tame wild disappointment
With caress unmoved and cold
Make of it a parka
For your soul.
Discover the reason why
So tiny human midget
Exists at all
So scared unwise
But expect nothing. Live frugally
On surprise.
~ Alice Walker ~
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dedicated to Sonia – heartfelt
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Quiet and the shell
opens
a sound out
beneath any sea
we may have happened
to hear --
something
far, itself, no land
in sight, not
all this island music.
~ Robert Kelly ~
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The gods went crazy for two days and nights... storm force 8 to 10 and torrential rain... roads were flooded, buried or teared away... about hundred houses are damaged and their ground floors full of water... – now, some days after, I'm able to tell that I was frightened to death during the first night which I spent inside my little mobile home at the end of the world... fortunately my "snail shell" rode the storm out, only the solar panels won't work any more and I'm still trying to sort out the problem.
I guess I'm crazy, too... I just can't help but loving this wild island and its capricious gods more than ever.
The top of the Mount Nebo is a place where the Prophet
Moses stood to see the promised land into which he had
lead the twelve tribes of Israel.
after months of nerve issues down the left arm and pain in the left foot /right hip ...I self diagnosed after the Doctors and Physios , the Chiropractors and awaiting MRI`ers ...have all failed to resolve the issue.... Employer issued shoes..... reverted to my old faithful , purchased by myself , work boots , and within a day problems began to disappear..... #buycheapshitteemployeer.... superb surfing ensued ...not surfed like it since my 20`s woooooooooooohhhhoooooooo
another still from the set of the video "Promised Land", a collaboration between myself and the band Eating Faces
Just a flying visit and a little sign of life... and my best wishes to all of you, dear friends. :-)
(The pictures were taken a few days after my arrival on the island – I was just in time to experience a surprising premature onset of winter. Meanwhile, I moved from the the north to the south coast where the weather is much more milder. Loads of pictures are waiting to be uploaded, but as I'm very busy with something else which seems to be more important than anything else, it might take antother few days or even weeks till I'll be able to catch up.)
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Now mind is clear
as a cloudless sky.
Time then to make a
home in wilderness.
What have I done but
wander with my eyes
in the trees? So I
will build: life,
dreams, and seek
for truth.
Or I
perish of lonesomeness
or want of food or
lightning or the bear
(must tame the hart
and wear the bear).
And maybe make an image
of my wandering, a little
image – shrine by the
roadside to signify
to traveler that I live
here in the wilderness
awake and at home.
~ Allen Ginsberg ~
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The original verse:
What have I done but
wander with my eyes
in the trees? So I
will build: wife,
family, and seek
for neighbors.
Allen may forgive me...
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dedicated to my soulbrother :-)*
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Works of art are of an infinite solitude, and no means of approach is so useless as criticism. Only love can touch and hold them and be fair to them.
Nothing touches a work of art so little as words of criticism: they always result in more or less fortunate misunderstandings. Things aren't all so tangible and sayable as people would usually have us believe; most experiences are unsayable, they happen in a space that no word has ever entered, and more unsayable than all other things are works of art, those mysterious existences, whose life endures beside our own small, transitory life.
~ Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters To A Young Poet ~
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The vision of the center of this mandala beleaguered me in the same night when I completed Kabeirô – and I even was told its name: Worlds within Worlds.
Instantly, I sensed a profound aversion to both the image and the name, and for about one week, I refused to start with the work on the mosaic.
Then, one sleepless night, I had another vision which was very weird: before I saw anything, I had the sensation that my body was a tremendous, overdimensioned black sphere which had a very small white sphere in its midpoint; not till then, I saw the image of the black sphere, but somehow two-dimensional (onyl the small white sphere in the center was three-dimensional), but I knew that my body – more precisely: my whole self – and the image were one and the same, and that something with it was quite wrong.
Then, after some frightening minutes or hours (I really don't know), another image arose: a white sphere, much smaller than the black one, and with a small black sphere in its middle. This white sphere was outside of my body, I only could see but not sense it, and the feeling of something quite wrong got stronger, and very scary.
The third image which arose after another frightening minutes or hours, was exactly the same I already had seen after I had completed Kabeirô: Taigitu, the symbol of life itself as well as the symbol of the polarity which forms the basis of everything in this wonderful and appalling world.
Not until then, when Taigitu arose, I understood what was wrong with the first two images: the black and the white sphere were meant to compose ONE sphere: a complete whole INSIDE myself.
On the following day, I started working on the mosaic, for I was completely aware of the NECESSITY of creating it. I just had one wish: that I was allowed to find a second name for the mandala which was concordant with my longing for staying integrated in the world of Greek mythology.
I worked on the mosaic from sunrise to sunset, and late in the night, I finally got to know the name I could welcome from the bottom of my heart: Kybele.
Kybele (English: Cybele), the great God mother of the mountain Ida (Latin: Magna Mater), was a goddess who originally was deified in Phrygien, together with her lover Attis, and later also in ancient Greece and the Roman Empire. The cult of Kybele and Attis was – similar as the cult of Mithras – a widespread mystery cult up to the Late Classic Period. The whole legend concerns apparently the gender dualism; it explains the origin of the world by an interaction of the male and the female element of the universe: the heavenly Attis must inseminate the mother earth Kybele with its blood so that the world can arise.
The mandala is not yet completed; I suppose that it's going to be quite huge and that I'll work on it for a couple of weeks, but I don't know definitely... – well, we will see. ;-)
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Karol Scheibler's Palace
może pamiętacie zdjęcia z jesieni 2014 i zdjęcia Pałacu Scheiblera, tym razem wnętrza pałacu
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maybe you remember my last year's photos of Karol Scheibler's Palace, this time the interiors of the building
www.flickr.com/photos/joannarb2009/15681055979/in/album-7...
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Island where all becomes clear.
Solid ground beneath your feet.
The only roads are those that offer access.
Bushes bend beneath the weight of proofs.
The Tree of Valid Supposition grows here
with branches disentangled since time immermorial.
The Tree of Understanding, dazzling staight and simple.
sprouts by the spring called Now I Get It.
The thicker the woods, the vaster the vista:
the Valley of Obviously.
If any doubts arise, the wind dispels them instantly.
Echoes stir unsummoned
and eagerly explain all the secrets of the worlds.
On the right a cave where Meaning lies.
On the left the Lake of Deep Conviction.
Truth breaks from the bottom and bobs to the surface.
Unshakable Confidence towers over the valley.
Its peak offers an excellent view of the Essence of Things.
For all its charms, the island is uninhabited,
and the faint footprints scattered on its beaches
turn without exception to the sea.
As if all you can do here is leave
and plunge, never to return, into the depths.
Into unfathomable life.
~ Wislawa Szymborska ~
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Another shot from Promised Land State Park.
Thanks to my friend Yennifer for the photo of me taking this photo. (Below)
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if everything happens that can't be done
(and anything's righter
than books
could plan)
the stupidest teacher will almost guess
(with a run
skip
around we go yes)
there's nothing as something as one
one hasn't a why or because or although
(and buds know better
than books
don't grow)
one's anything old being everything new
(with a what
which
around we go who)
one's everyanything so
so world is a leaf is a tree is a bough
(and birds sing sweeter
than books
tell how)
so here is away and so your is a my
(with a down
up
around again fly)
forever was never till now
now i love you and you love me
(and books are shutter
than books
can be)
and deep in the high that does nothing but fall
(with a shout
each
around we go all)
there's somebody calling who's we
we're everything brighter than even the sun
(we're everything greater
than books
might mean)
we're everyanything more than believe
(with a spin
leap
alive we're alive)
we're wonderful one times one
~ e.e. cummings ~
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Greenwood County, South Carolina
I have been to the promised land. There is nothing more for me to do.
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This place is very important for me. I shot this picture near Braives in Belgium. (I edited
it to get better lights effects, better symmetry, better depth...) I personally believe
God is to be found in Mother Nature. It's the message I tried to convey here.
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I Search the Light
A poem by Abdul Sattar
I search the light
Please tell me someone
Where it can be found
The light that makes me feel
In the heaven and can heel
My soul wounds that have pain
The light that enlightens me
With spiritual depth and peace
Of mind soul and inner feel
The light that reaches the darken
World of ignorance and cruelties
To make the world a bunch of flowers
With untouched beauty and fragrance
I search the light
To enlighten the days of peace
I search the light the true light
Please tell me someone who can see