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"If we are to be who we are, if we are to accomplish great things, then we must learn the heart's most essential rule: NEVER SURRENDER DREAMS"
- J. Michael Straczynski
The rendering of your emotional highway has no barriers?
what do your deepest fears cross and encounter?
is there cherishment upon the way that feeds your heart?
picking moments with which the Soul is eaten, in part
is it the deliverer, the healer, the persecutor impart
smoothly surfaced into the light of day passing
a room, destiny, space, in time, rivers flowing
still in mind, awakening the emotive checklist of strife
recording movements and controlling daily schedules
watching every living matter, is this what you call life??
bear in mind what you simply cannot bear to face
with eyes closed, the entitled apparition becomes real
a chest note unspoken, which designs a noted bas-relief
filled with emotional spirit and natural purulency
go beyond the norm, look further afield, inherit more belief
taking your hand, reinvigorating this life shared
second to none and afraid no more, seize the willowed moment!
behold the veranda of opportunity and purest veracity
entering such a thalamus of hidden and untold dreams
here we feel the world in our hands within plentiful capacity
there is no wrong in a oneness of love, a oneness of spirit
where Nature is present, life abounds in surviving heartbeats
theurgic possibilities astride hermetic touches advancing
where breaths become deeper and silently longing
forever becomes the present of predestined-eternity's glancing
we are the insight of ourselves when open to heavenly calling
into our destiny we strive purely, future surrendered today
as the past catches up with the forgiveness of time itself
we're bold enough to go where our resistance never dared step
a shell of time, and only time will tell where we may tread ourself
are we to remain in fate's shadow, or shall we reflect glory -
on our own offering of light and illumination unto our present?
leaving a prosaic society aside, let your spirit touch it's potential
realise and embrace it, share and reach the four corners of your soul
such propensity of jubilant goodness within every heart existential.
by anglia24
13h35: 20/02/2008
©2008anglia24
From afternoon walks around the reservoir... off the beaten track. Autumn beginning to show itself in beautiful colours and form.
gabbyjaws.blogspot.com/2025/04/sweet-surrender.html
www.youtube.com/watch?v=A5z2H1CmHgU
Mu-Shi Doll Karla Outfit "Karla" Outfit
LaraX, Petite, Maitreya Lara, Petite, Legacy, Reborn
various color choices
Mu-Shi Doll
... because sometimes it's the only thing you can do.
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Angell Studio Hua Rong
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This is Narcisse, an SD girl who arrived many months ago but has been very patient and waited for her photo! She's a white queen if ever I saw one <3
Izmit/Turkey,2015
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LEE 0.9 Graduated Neutral Density Filter( HARD)
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EF 16-35MMF/2.8L II USM
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Canon 5d mark III
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Veiw in large please
Standing 25 feet tall (7.6 mt) along Sarasota's Bayfront is a sculpture that recreates that famous kissing photo on the cover of Life Magazine, marking the end of World War II in 1945.
This statue is a series of sculptures by Seward Johnson resembling a photograph by Alfred Eisenstaedt, V–J day in Times Square, but said by Johnson to be based on a similar, less well known, photograph by Victor Jorgensen.
First, Merton clarified the stages of contemplation: its starting point is finding the true self, its goal is union with God or an awakening to Reality, and its fruit is openness and sharing of compassionate love with others. Merton began his search for God not from outside the self but inside the self. He stated, “Our real journey in life is interior: it is a matter of growth, deepening and of an ever greater surrender to the creative action of love and grace in our hearts.” 158 He claimed that if contemplative life was conceived merely in classical categories such as “a life of withdrawal, tranquility, retirement, silence,” and rigid ascetical disciplines for the monk only, it would be “finished” for his contemporaries. 159 However, if contemplative life developed out of a process of “new self-discovery,” proceeded with real discipline, and was at the same time theologically sound, the contemplative life could be renewed for all people.
-Thomas Merton’s encounter with Buddhism and beyond: his interreligious dialogue, inter-monastic exchanges, and their legacy / Jaechan Anselmo Park, OSB.
John Denver - Sweet Surrender
Lost and alone on some forgotten highway, traveled by many, remembered by few.
Looking for something that I can believe in,
looking for something that I'd like to do with my life.
There's nothing behind me and nothing that ties me to
something that might have been true yesterday.
Tomorrow is open and right now it seems to be more than enough
To just be here today, and I don't know what the future is holding in store,
I don't know where I'm going, I'm not sure where I've been.
There's a spirit that guides me, a light that shines for me,
my life is worth the living, I don't need to see the end.
Sweet, sweet surrender, live, live without care,
like a fish in the water, like a bird in the air.
Sweet, sweet surrender, live, live without care,
like a fish in the water, like a bird in the air.
Lost and alone on some forgotten highway, traveled by many, remembered by few.
Looking for something that I can believe in,
looking for something that I'd like to do with my life.
There's nothing behind me and nothing that ties me to
something that might have been true yesterday.
Tomorrow is open and right now it seems to be more than enough
To just be here today, and I don't know what the future is holding in store,
I don't know where I'm going, I'm not sure where I've been.
There's a spirit that guides me, a light that shines for me,
my life is worth the living, I don't need to see the end.
Sweet, sweet surrender, live, live without care,
like a fish in the water, like a bird in the air.
Sweet, sweet surrender, live, live without care,
like a fish in the water, like a bird in the air.
Sweet, sweet surrender, live, live without care,
like a fish in the water, like a bird in the air.
Sometimes you just have to lie back and let it all wash over you like a wave ...it comes, it goes....
This is a shot I made a while ago in Fort Duamont, Verdun. A lot of lives were taken during the fight for this fort during The First World War. A place with a lot of history... I hope this photo does right to the place and all it's history.
This photo is part of a collab with Chris Rivera who is an absolute genius!
Ive always loved flight and the way some eagles can glide for hours riding the air currents, completely surrendering themselves to whichever way the wind blows.
I hope you all have a wonderful week!
Je m'abandonne...
Soundtrack // Bande-son: SYLVAINE ("Like A Moth To A Flame"): www.youtube.com/watch?v=ShIsATYPEDw
"Like a moth to a flame, I SURRENDER all the same..." // "Je m'abandonne, comme un papillon de nuit attiré par une flamme..."
"Un "clair-obscur" sur un champ de maïs, il fallait y penser et cela apporte une certaine poésie. Bravo Regisa !" // "A chiaroscuro in a corn field... an poetry-bringing idea." (TRISKELLFLEUR / www.flickr.com/photos/131430984@N02/)
"Superbe prise, et avec cette belle chanson, c'est tout un ensemble très poétique." // " Great shot. And with this song, it makes a really poetic set." (SOPHIE C. / www.flickr.com/photos/26450367@N04/)
own texture
Between thorns, a fragile architecture stretches.
It is not a trap, it is not an ornament.
It is patience taking shape.
Each drop holds the weight of the sky
without surrendering.
In the silence of the forest,
even what seems invisible
builds its own time.
Tra le spine si tende una fragile architettura.
Non è trappola, non è ornamento.
È pazienza che ha preso forma.
Ogni goccia trattiene il peso del cielo
senza cedere.
Nel silenzio del bosco
anche ciò che sembra invisibile
costruisce il proprio tempo.
Pierre-Joseph Redouté was born 1759 in Saint-Hubert, Belgium and he died in Paris in 1840 at the age of 80 while sitting at his easel painting a lily.
Nicknamed "The Raphael Of Flowers" he was painter and botanist, best known for his watercolors of roses, lilies and other flowers. He was the official court artist of Queen Marie Antoinette and he continued painting through the French Revolution and the Reign of Terror.
Redouté survived the turbulent political upheaval to gain international recognition for his precise renderings of plants, which remain as fresh in the early 21st century as when they were first painted.
** What if we just surrender, surrender?
Baby, we could make it last forever
But only if we surrender, surrender
Baby, give me something to remember
So what if we just surrender? **
www.youtube.com/watch?v=5k1KjQRuzHk&list=RD5k1KjQRuzH...
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