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Wordless on Wednesday #56
Accepted into the Award Tree Challenge "Luminous Sky" This is #45 and my title is
Wine Country, Sonoma County, California
Ці маленькі безсловесні створіння мають стільки сил і волі до життя! Вони надихають, підтримують і просто дарують усмішку.
Ця весела компанія зі суниць, чистотілу, кислички і ще когось живе серед міста.
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These little wordless creatures have so much strength and will to live! They inspire, support and just give us a smile.
This cheerful company of strawberries, celandine, sorrel and someone else lives in the centre of the town.
This was a fun day......
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"We have to become as simple and wordless as the growing corn or the falling rain. We must just be."
-Etty Hillesum: A Life Transformed by Patrick Woodhouse
‘the most essential and the deepest in me hearkening unto the most essential and deepest in the other. God to God.’
-Etty Hillesum: A Life Transformed by Patrick Woodhouse
It's not often I am wordless.
yet here I am.
The blues. once again, they have their time to prosper.
The blues are over us.
Credits here:
Wordless Mesh Eyes - VIENA for SABBATH Event
Chain Head Harness - AZARAN for SABBATH Event
Pessimorum - Antisocial for SABBATH Event
Nightcall Dress - KILLJOY for SABBATH Event
Infected Vision Backdrop - The Bearded Guy
While I'm uploading this photo from Iceland, the weather outside has unfortunately completely changed.
As in half of Europe, hurricane-like winds and a mix of snow and rain have made the last hours uncomfortable.
But the forecasts of the Icelandic meteorologists are slightly better from Tuesday noon. Unfortunately, the first postponements in the planning had to be made.
“the deepest level of communication is not communication, but communion. It is wordless. It is beyond words. . . . My dear brothers, we are already one. . . . And what we have to recover is our original unity.”
-Thomas Merton, Asian Journal, pg 308
He saw that in many monastic traditions, spiritual communion was rooted in self-emptiness and an openness to others in compassionate love. He remarked that “the state of insight which is final integration implies an openness, an ‘emptiness,’ a ‘poverty’ similar to those described in such detail not only . . . by St. John of the Cross . . . but also by the Sufis, the early Taoist masters and Zen Buddhists.”
-Thomas Merton’s encounter with Buddhism and beyond: his interreligious dialogue, inter-monastic exchanges, and their legacy / Jaechan Anselmo Park, OSB.
womanhood
in the silhouette
of the hijab
wordlessly
poetically
as it froze
a thought
of its spirtual
supremacy
as sartorial
garment
a path she chose
as a model
of tradition
as a model
of our womanhood
a thought
imposed
identifying the sanctity
of motherhood
the hijab up close
Sin palabras...
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What the Ocean Said
Said crooked place, beat down earth and reckless sky
I've got aspirations and inspirations
But more than that I've got desperation.
Said if you don't go to ground now
I'll evict you and let the North wind blow you
forever forward, pursued by a wordless muse.
Said this: said if you love too deep too blind too much
You'll have a hard time changing course mid-tide
when the shore floats up on the other side.
Said come, inch to this edge where the waves break
and blow and heave up with the force of the moon,
where we grow too soon accustomed to being saved,
and with no wings to fly or fins to swim
and a hundred thousand miles of depth to sink in,
try clinging to the man-made rock that crumbles,
try stumbling back when the tide pulls you under.
Said all that's left of you will blow like sea salt,
etching itself across the faces of those who come
to hear what the ocean said.
(Image take with my Zero Image 2000 pinhole camera. Poem by me as well.)
(...)
Queria inventar-te um sítio sem palavras
em que só sobre o corpo a luz derrama
sua generosa claridade.
(...)
(Bernardo Pinto de Almeida)
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(rough translation)
I wanted to invent for you a wordless place
where only on the body the light spills
its generous clarity.
(Bernardo Pinto de Almeida)
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After discovering that the Eiffel Tower turned off at night (GRRRR!!), we spent the night huddled beneath, waiting for the light of day. I have some indelible memories underneath the darkened (GRRRR!!) tower:
* The two squads of machine-gun-toting guards, who randomly walked the grounds.
* The bicyclists who solicited donations and later argued stupidly with the guards.
* The cheesesteak vendor in the Ryder Truck, cooking sandwiches all night to club goers heading home.
* The strange dancers next to the cheesesteaks, who were impossibly flexible and gave those waiting for their sammies something to watch.
* The freezing cold and the wind that seemed to work into my bone marrow.
* The port-o-lets which our ladies pronounced filthy, while I didn't think it so very bad.
* Leaning against a ticket booth for hours as shelter from the wind.
* Hearing burglar alarms going off as it approached morning, and having the office security guard politely inform us that we were the ones setting it off.
* Lovers sitting beneath the tower, somehow impervious to the cold and wind, lost in each other.
* And mostly, the drums. Always the sound of multiple deep bongos, and sometimes singing. What were they there for? How long would they play?
These are my memories, along with the constant look at the watch and the knowledge thanks to the GPS of when the sun would come up. When it did, I put my camera onto the manhole cover signaling the center of the tower, and fired the longest exposure I could without a bulb.
And, wordlessly, we left the Eiffel Tower for the train to take us back to St. Michel and thus back to the airport. All of us were ready to quit Paris and go home.
Who's a good little puppy.
× Credits ×
Hair: Stealthic
Eyes: VIENA. - Wordless Mesh Eyes (@Sabbath Event ♥)
Eyeshadow: Venus Flytrap - Opulent Shadow (@Sabbath Event ♥)
Lipstick: Venus Flytrap - Lulu Lips (@Sabbath Event ♥)
Piercings: VIENA. - Fake Piercings Set (@Sabbath Event ♥)
Nails: [Celesticat] - Hellfire Nails (@Sabbath Event ♥)
Il est cuisinier de l’enthousiasme, les potions qu’il fait ont le pouvoir de nous faire aimer passionnément toutes sortes de choses.
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May peace, health and wisdom prevail everywhere on Earth and forever.
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i need to hug you
feel your wisdom
your power
your resolve
to stand humble and strong
wordless and tall
in the storm
to sway with the wind
to let go
and grow
and twist and turn
reaching higher
with grace
knowing I am not alone
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