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Oggi alla fine del giorno
Il tramonto posò le sue perle
sui fini e neri capelli della sera
e io le ho nascoste
come una collana senza filo
dentro il cuore.
(Rabindranath Tagore)
The setting sun, and music at the close,
As the last taste of sweets, is sweetest last,
Writ in remembrance more than things long past.
(William Shakespeare - Richard II - Act 2, scene 1 )
" My heart,
the bird of the wilderness,
has found it's sky ......
in your eyes ".....
- Rabindranath Tagore
"Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky" -Rabindranath Tagore
Monarch Butterfly on Loosestrife, Wildwood Lake, Harrisburg, Pennsylvania. Title quote by Rabindranath Tagore.
HSS!!! :-)))
Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky. -
Rabindranath Tagore
Thank you for your kind visit. Have a wonderful and beautiful day! xo💜💜
“Let your life lightly dance on the edges of time like dew on the tip of a leaf.”
Rabindranath Tagore
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~Rabindranath Tagore
WAY late with my Pretty Pink Tuesday entry for Pink Umbrella. I'll catch up on streams later tonight.
I travelled miles, for many years,
Spent money in lands afar,
I’ve gone to see the mountains, the oceans I’ve been to view.
But I haven’t seen with these eyes
What two steps from my home lies
On a sheaf of paddy grain, a glistening drop of dew.
– Rabindranath Thakur
Intermezzo - Concerto per piano N° 3 Rachmaninoff
www.youtube.com/watch?v=_EvoWUDsBbY
APROACHING A NEW WEEKEND! HUGS!
Endless Time
Time is endless in thy hands, my lord.
There is none to count thy minutes.
Days and nights pass and ages bloom and fade like flowers.
Thou knowest how to wait.
Thy centuries follow each other perfecting a small wild flower.
We have no time to lose,
and having no time we must scramble for a chance.
We are too poor to be late.
And thus it is that time goes by
while I give it to every querulous man who claims it,
and thine altar is empty of all offerings to the last.
At the end of the day I hasten, but I find that yet there is time.
Rabindranath Tagore
“Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.”
― Rabindranath Tagore, Stray Birds
HFF Everyone
"The fish in the water is silent, the animal on the earth is noisy, the bird in the air is singing. But man has in him the silence of the sea, the noise of the earth and the music of the air."
~ Rabindranath Tagore ~
“Spurious fame spreads from tongue to tongue like the fog of the early dawn before the sun rises.”
― Rabindranath Tagore, Chitra
"Let your life lightly dance on the edges of time like dew on the tip of a leaf.”
~Rabindranath Tagore
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Las nubes llegan flotando a mi vida, ya no para llevar la lluvia o para marcar el comienzo de la tormenta, sino para agregar color a mi cielo al atardecer”.
Rabindranath Tagore-
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The color blue you see in the photo is the reflection of the sky. 那粉藍是天空的倒映...
"What language is thine, O sea?"
"The language of eternal question."
"What language is thy answer, O sky?
"The language of eternal silence."
------------------Rabindranath Tagore
「大海啊，你在訴說著甚麼話語呢?」
「是永恆的詢問」
「天空啊，你回答的又是甚麼話語呢？」
「是永恆的沉默」
泰戈爾「漂鳥集」
Sigur Rós - Valtari
“Un grain de poussière ne souille pas une fleur.”
Rabindranàth Tagore
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Lilies - Santa Gemita - Laowa 65mm - Nov 11 2022 - Enhanced
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Enseñarás
Enseñarás a volar…
pero no volarán tu vuelo.
Enseñarás a soñar…
pero no soñarán tus sueños.
Enseñarás a vivir…
pero no vivirán tu vida.
Enseñarás a cantar…
pero no cantarán tu canción.
Enseñarás a pensar…
pero no pensarán como tú.
Pero sabrás
que cada vez que ellos vuelen, sueñen,
vivan, canten y piensen…
¡Estará en ellos la semilla
del camino enseñado y aprendido!
Madre Teresa de Calcuta
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El Comienzo
“¿De dónde he venido?
¿De dónde me tomaste?”
Esto preguntó el niño a la madre.
Ella respondió, un poco llorando, un poco riendo,
y apretando a su hijo contra el pecho:
“Estabas escondido en mi corazón como un deseo, mi cielo.
Estabas en mis juegos infantiles de muñecas;
y luego con arcilla modelé la imagen de mi dios cada mañana,
te hice y te deshice en ese momento.
Estabas en el vientre de nuestra divinidad hogareña,
y al adorarla te adoraba a ti.
En mis esperanzas y amores,
en mi vida, y en la vida de mi madre has vivido tu.
En el cuenco espiritual de nuestro hogar fuiste cuidado por siglos.
Y cuando en mi juventud mi corazón abrió sus pétalos,
lo rondabas como una fragancia.
Tu ternura floreció en mi juvenil esencia,
como un resplandor en el cielo, como un amanecer.
El primogénito querido del cielo, mellizo de la luz de la mañana.
Has flotado por la corriente de la vida del mundo
y finalmente te quedaste en mi corazón.
Contemplo tu rostro y el misterio me invade;
tu que a todos perteneces ahora eres mío.
Y por miedo a perderte te abrazo contra mi pecho.
¿Qué magia ha atrapado el tesoro del mundo en estas manos mías?
Rabindranath Tagore
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More scenic shopping - using my iphone to capture some spectacular clouds helps to add some excitement to my grocery store excursion :)
"Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky."
-- Rabindranath Tagore
Deep Purple - Child In Time
♫ www.youtube.com/watch?v=PfAWReBmxEs
When night comes I bury my face in my arms and dream that my
paper boats float on and on under the midnight stars.
The fairies of sleep are sailing in them, and the lading ins
their baskets full of dreams.
(From the poem "Paper Boats" by Rabindranath Tagore)
Yorkshire
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Lasciate che la vostra vita danzi con leggerezza sui bordi del tempo come rugiada sulla punta di una foglia.
(Rabindranath Tagore)
"Si lloras por haber perdido el sol, las lágrimas no te dejarán ver las estrellas."
Rabindranath Tagore
texture by
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Peace, my heart, let the time for the parting be sweet. Let it not be a death but completeness.
Let love melt into memory and pain into songs.
Let the flight through the sky end
in the folding of the wings over the nest. Let the last touch of your hands be gentle like the flower of the night.
Stand still, O Beautiful End, for a moment, and say your last words in silence.
I bow to you and hold up my lamp to light you on your way.
- Rabindranath Tagore
কোথা যে উধাও হল মোর প্রাণ উদাসী
আজি ভরা বাদরে॥
ঘন ঘন গুরু গুরু গরজিছে,
ঝরো ঝরো নামে দিকে দিগন্তে জলধারা–
মন ছুটে শূন্যে শূন্যে অনন্তে অশান্ত বাতাসে॥
Light, my light, the world-filling light,
the eye-kissing light,
heart-sweetening light!
Ah, the light dances, my darling, at the center of my life;
the light strikes, my darling, the chords of my love;
the sky opens, the wind runs wild, laughter passes over the earth.
The butterflies spread their sails on the sea of light.
Lilies and jasmines surge up on the crest of the waves of light.
The light is shattered into gold on every cloud, my darling,
and it scatters gems in profusion.
Mirth spreads from leaf to leaf, my darling,
and gladness without measure.
The heaven's river has drowned its banks
and the flood of joy is abroad.
Rabindranath Tagore
Texture, Moonglowlilly, Deviantart, House boy: my own photos.
“Beauty is truth's smile when she beholds her own face in a perfect mirror.”
Rabindranath Tagore
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Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.
-- Rabindranath Tagore
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Well...maybe not always...;-)
Si por la noche lloras por no ver el sol, las lágrimas te impedirán ver las estrellas.
Rabindranath Tagore
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49:52 "Nameless, wondrous, fleeting moments are the truest treasure" Rabindranath Tagore
I saw this yesterday in the neighbours' yard and trialed my "new" Helios out on it...when I went past again this morning it was shriveled and brown, and I realised I finally had my shot for this weeks theme...:)
My apologies for being so far behind in keeping up with all your wonderful images...I've been away and just busy...shall do my best to catch up over the next few days.
Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops. Let the rain sing you a lullaby.
~ Rabindranath Tagore
I took this in September while on a short vacation on Vancouver Island. We were staying in a cabin in Port Renfrew and it was pouring rain, but I wanted to go to Botany Bay. So even my camera was wearing a rain coat as we hiked in to the bay. Not much colour here with all the rain, but at least we made it there to see the natural beauty of the place. You will see there was another person there (the one with the umbrella).
It's still raining here too....
-Couleurs du Maroc-
Images from my recent trip to Morocco, the country I grew up in.
"I have become my own version of an optimist. If I can't make it through one door, I'll go through another door - or I'll make a door. Something terrific will come no matter how dark the present."
~Rabindranath Tagore~
“Follow your bliss and the universe will open doors for you where there were only walls”
~Joseph Campbell~
“There will always be a door to the light.”
~Shiro Amano~
".......The love you are blessed with
This world's waiting for
So let out your heart please, please
From behind that locked door
It's time we start smiling
What else should we do? ..."
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Las nubes oscuras
se convierten en flores del cielo.
Cuando las besa la luz.
Rabindranath Tagore.
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Yo seré la nube y tú la luna. Te cubriré con ambas manos, y nuestro techo será el cielo. -
Rabindranath Tagore
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Come spring,
reckless and daring lover of the earth,
give voice to the heart of the forest!
Come in gusts restless
where the sudden blooming flowers,
do sprout new leaves!
Bursts, as a revolt of light ...
Break through the noisy city,
Free words and energies stifled,
give strength to our listless battles
and conquest the death!
(Rabindranath Tagore)
Vieni, primavera,
imprudente e audace amante della terra,
dai voce al cuore della foresta!
Vieni in raffiche irrequiete
dove i fiori sbocciano improvvisi,
fai spuntare nuove foglie!
Scoppia, come una rivolta di luce…
Irrompi nella città rumorosa,
libera parole ed energie soffocate,
dai forza alla nostra svogliata battaglia
e conquista la morte!
(Rabindranath Tagore)
Tagore wanted to give voice to the Spring, I wanted to give eyes to the words of Tagore
I hope you like it : )
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Peace, my heart, let the time for the parting be sweet. Let it not be a death but completeness.
Let love melt into memory and pain into songs.
Let the flight through the sky end
in the folding of the wings over the nest. Let the last touch of your hands be gentle like the flower of the night.
Stand still, O Beautiful End, for a moment, and say your last words in silence.
I bow to you and hold up my lamp to light you on your way.
- Rabindranath Tagore
The butterfly counts not months -
but moments, and
has time enough.
(Rabindranath Tagore)
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Backlit and blown by the wind, this sapling was going with the wind , when the wind stopped, it stood erect, and the leaves returned to their resting place until the gusts forced them to go the way of the wind again. A simple joy to watch! 49/52“Nameless, wondrous, fleeting, moments are the truest
treasure” (Rabindranath Tagore)