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... Vers la sortie du parc à Schoppenwihr - lumière du soir
L'allée des platanes plantée vers 1850
- Être un arbre est nourrir de la terre, plonger ses racines au plus profond. La tête vers le soleil dans le grand air.
Vivre deux siècles au système des saisons, impassible et serein, être fier, vivre sans vouloir y trouver de raison.
Être fort et solide comme la pierre, libre même au sein des prisons. Plus haut que les murs et les frontières.
Un arbre c'est comme une chanson; çà monte au ciel ainsi qu'une prière, un arbre c'est une oraison.... Jeannine Laval
Extrait du poème : Être un arbre
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Dawn & poem. Tuscany.CF011538
Ogni giorno è diverso dall’altro, ogni alba porta con sè il suo speciale miracolo, il suo istante magico, in cui si distruggono gli universi passati e nascono nuove stelle. I Navajo,infatti, insegnano ai loro bambini che ogni mattina il sole che sorge e’ un sole nuovo. Nasce ogni giorno, vive solo per quel giorno, muore alla sera e non ritornera’ piu’. Dicono ai loro piccoli: Il sole ha solo questo giorno, un giorno. Vivi bene la tua vita in modo che il sole non abbia sprecato il suo tempo prezioso.
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Fabrizio Massetti.
Papilio thoas — Porte-queue thoas
Événement : Papillons en Fête au Cente Jardin Hamel
Ville de Québec (Québec) Canada
Papillons en liberté provenant des 4 coins du monde
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Papilio thoas — Thoas Swallowtail
Event : Papillons en Fête au Cente Jardin Hamel
Quebec City (Quebec) Canada
Butterflies from the 4 corners the world
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rose from the depths
mountains, nebulae, oceans
in the infinity nest
they became a silvery and golden echo from afar
Music (2) youtu.be/Jv8WzoF7OI4
✨ My painting smells like drops of music, of happiness "impalpable but true" like me ✨💕
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✨ Mi pintura huele como gotas de musica , de la felicidad "impalpable pero verdadera" como yo ✨💕
✨ " Mi felicidad son las Colores que Pinto en mi Vida " ✨💕
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Mi Felicidad es dar Amor, alegria, appoyo a las personas.
Son las palabras que escribo en mis reflexiones o textos, poemas , fotos que hablan
Son las musicas que escucho y canto
Son los perfumes que me rodean lleno des recuerdos, alegrias, penas (tambien es la vida )
Es andar de bicicleta, nadar, jugar tenis, cocinar etc etc...
"Es correr por la vida y la Pasion ... " abrirse es vivir, cerrarse es morir un poco.
" Mi felicidad es Compartir "
Es compartir risas por todo , por nada y a veces por tonterias, tener conversaciones con la gente del dia hasta la noche y seguir de nuevo ! . Un molino que no parra como agua fluyente cargado de iones + , lejos os iones - 😄😄😄
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✨ Intercambio, la verdadera communicacion es importante para mi💕. es mi Felicidad ! ✨
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✨ Silencio y Soledad! no me dejan, vivir solo!!! (Sutil) 😂😂😂, Mi Silencio lo doy a mi Alma, a Dios, a mis Seres de Luz, a mis Rezos. Es el silencio hablando de bondad, humildad y amor. ✨
💯 Sabes, que a veces puedes vivir, en casa con mucha gente, o tener o vivir una relación de pareja y sentirte solo!, sin tener una persona que te entienda. ! -ahí , faltando algo 👀 faltando El verdadero Amor! .
💯Puedes conocer una persona que en poco tiempo te da todo lo que necessitas mientras estas rodeados de gente hace mucho tiempo y no te hace sentir como esta esta persona que te hace vibrar ! en tu Adentro ! ! ! 👀 💕Es Amor!
💯 y tambien tener una persona en Second Life que te da lo que necesitas en tu corazon, tu Alma que nadie te dio , como nadie te hace sentir super bien en tu corazon, Alma en tu Realidad ! 👀 💕Es Amor!.
Es escuchar, opinar, dar amor, tener empatia, comprender a los demas, tener la mano tendida, siempre hay Esperanza.
💕 Son cosas simples . . . mi felicidad 💕
que ni el dinero puede comprar,
mi riqueza, felicidad no son los bienes materiales, dinero , es Todo aqui que hablo .. y "amour toujours" 💕💕💕💕💕
Son cosas simples que me da valor, me llena el Interior,
una vida Sana Pura, me hace crecer, vibrar y me hace feliz
Ah y la cosa mas importante de todas, que sin ella no puedes vivir que olvide decir, la salud es mi felicidad. 💕
Lea Aboma 15/07/2022
Muchas Gracias y bendiciones a todos 💕^
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The other plants you passed up because
they were too prickly or
too ugly...
they were the safe ones.
Me, I am intoxicating
my beauty is transfixing.
You cannot resist admiring
or leaning in.
But, the joke is on you, fool.
Because I am going to eat you alive
Devour you like the carnivore I am
and eat your heart out first.
The other plants will watch in terror
In a way, they are weak of heart and spirit
They spend all their energy
trying to get you to trust them.
Yet, you fall prey to me!
Devoured like a sworn enemy
and yet, I have nothing against you
except maybe you should have heeded the words...
Don’t ever trust in the unkindness of beautiful strangers.
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Every morning
the world
is created.
Under the orange
sticks of the sun
the heaped
ashes of the night
turn into leaves again
and fasten themselves to the high branches ,
and the ponds appear
like black cloth
on which are painted islands
of summer lilies.
If it is your nature
to be happy
you will swim away along the soft trails
for hours, your imagination
alighting everywhere.
And if your spirit
carries within it
the thorn
that is heavier than lead ,
if it’s all you can do
to keep on trudging ,
there is still
somewhere deep within you
a beast shouting that the earth
is exactly what it wanted ,
each pond with its blazing lilies
is a prayer heard and answered
lavishly,
every morning,
whether or not
you have ever dared to be happy,
whether or not
you have ever dared to pray.
~Mary Oliver, Morning Poem
taken at stunning :
Visit this location at Witch`s Rock Costa Rica - Pura Vida! in Second Life
" I was born on the holy ground,
Running wild and free,
Across wide meadows by the stream,
Between the mountains and the sea,
I grew up there in boyhood days,
Filled with sights and sounds,
My roots run deep here in the clay,
Upon this hallowed ground,
Our children came in the early years,
They ran wild but not so free,
For the meadows gone and the stream lies still,
Between the mountains and the sea,
Now I am old and not so wise.
As I am supposed to be,
And the nights draw in and the wind blows cold,
Between the mountains and the sea,
I was born on this holy ground.
And once ran wild and free,
Across wild meadows by the stream,
Between the mountains and the sea "
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Keep well and positive everbody!!!
Best of everything!
Pat
Poem
From the short and intense evening,
your light seeps into my face,
the smell of your hair is strong
like the smell of the sea
In the minds of mad men
Echoes the darkness of wars,
And in that dark grows the
Media images of death and destruction.
And from the shade of our limitations,
we will scream into the void, peace and freedom, then close our eyes and pray, his,
is not the hand that stops the ticking clock.
When the bidding is done, the madness will stop, but only for a while, and we will try and release this Dove with a broken wing, and call it peace.
Words by, Broken Beacon.
Time, just a bodily experience;
With the change of times...
Events unwarranted , undesirable
Mere glimpses as it appears,
Of ever-changing substance...
The viewer and the view
Change like a flicker
Every perception an illusion
Every perceiver the same
Certain is the state
Before birth and after death
Uncertain is the state
In between birth and death
Look at those changes
Like an entertainment
Scenes changing in a play
Queer, and a source of enjoyment
Open the inner eyes
Awaken the Soul
You are neither body nor a living being
Your power knows no bounds.
- Anuj Nair
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© 2011 Anuj Nair. All rights reserved.
All images and poems are the property of Anuj Nair. Using these images and poems without permission is in violation of international copyright laws (633/41 DPR19/78- isg 154/97-L.248/2000). All materials may not be copied, reproduced, distributed, republished, downloaded, displayed, posted or transmitted in any forms or by any means,including electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording without written permission of Anuj Nair. Every violation will be pursued penally.
"Trees are poems that the earth writes upon the sky."
- Kahlil Gibran
Trees shaped by the sea wind.
A wild forest, near the sea at Oostkapelle The Netherlands
pp: done with Snapseed and Topaz filters
Today at the end of the afternoon I became a cricket bug and this way I saw the sunset from ground! ;)
The park's has a collection of over 1,000 statues and 150 giant tableaux centered around Chinese folklore, legends, history, and Confucian ideology.
On the pillars is a poem couplet written by Yu Da Fu, aptly describing Haw Par Villa then.
In the quietness of the hills amidst the rolling white clouds
There stand a bright glorious house like blossoming flower petals
You can see the vast and clear blue ocean
And grazes into the and ripples of the sea waves in the far horizon
Every morning
the world
is created.
Under the orange
sticks of the sun
the heaped
ashes of the night
turn into leaves again
and fasten themselves to the high branches–
and the ponds appear
like black cloth
on which are painted islands
of summer lilies.
If it is your nature
to be happy
you will swim away along the soft trails
for hours, your imagination
alighting everywhere.
And if your spirit
carries within it
the thorn
that is heavier than lead–
if it’s all you can do
to keep on trudging–
there is still
somewhere deep within you
a beast shouting that the earth
is exactly what it wanted–
each pond with its blazing lilies
is a prayer heard and answered
lavishly,
every morning,
whether or not
you have ever dared to be happy,
whether or not
you have ever dared to pray.
~ Mary Oliver.
My little black panther 8
Happy Caturday 11.1.2020 "Poem"
Nik Silver efex pro 2
A poem from Mr. Goethe:
Zum Fressen geboren, zum Kraulen bestellt
in Schlummer verloren gefällt mir die Welt.
Ich schnurr' auf dem Schoße, ich ruhe im Bett
in lieblicher Pose, ob schlank oder fett.
So gelte ich allen als göttliches Tier, sie stammeln
und lallen und huldigen mir, liebkosen mir
glücklich den Bauch, Öhrchen und Tatz
ich wählte es wieder, das Leben der Katz.
translated by deepl.com:
Born to eat, ordered to crawl
lost in slumber I like the world.
I purr on your lap, I rest in bed
in a lovely pose, whether slim or fat.
So I am considered to all as a divine animal, they stammer
and slur and worship me, caress me
happy belly, ears and paw
I chose it again, the life of a cat.
Happy Caturday! :-)
This is my favourite poem by Joseph Freiherr von Eichendorff:
Schläft ein Lied in allen Dingen, die da träumen fort und fort, Und die Welt fängt an zu singen, Triffst du nur das Zauberwort
This is my TRANSLATION:
There sleeps a song in all things that are dreaming on and on, and the world starts singing when you only find the magic word.
This first edition of the poems of Nathan Lanesford Foster was printed and bound in 1841 in the print shop in Philadelphia where my great-great-great grandfather worked at the time.
For those of you who know Philly: the print shop was located in what is now the 'Old City' section of Philadelphia, near the Betsy Ross House and Independence Hall.
More modern editions of this volume are available at select booksellers:
www.abebooks.com/book-search/author/nathan-lanesford-foster/
In real life, the horizontal dimension of the photo is about 2.5" (6.3cm)
HMM!
This is a river in Skjåk, Norway. At Billingen pensjonat you can eat good food and enjoy this view. There's also a path where you can read poems mounted to poles along the path. Fantastic stuff :)
It is a morning full of storms
in the heart of summer.
The clouds travel like white handkerchiefs bidding farewell,
the wind shakes them with its wandering hands.
Innumberable heart of the wind
beating upon our loving silence.
Buzzing amongst the trees, orquestral and divine,
like a language full of wars and songs.
A wind that swiftly steals away the fallen leaves
and deflects the beating arrows of the birds.
A wind that strikes her down in a foamless wave
and weightless substance, and fires bowing down.
It breaks and submerges its volume of kisses
fought at the gate of the summer wind.
Color The World Orange flic.kr/gm/3g65nd, Life Island (88, 133, 22) - Moderado
…"Vivez si m'en croyez, n'attendez à demain,
Cueillez dès aujourd'hui les roses de la vie."
Sonnets pour Hélène (Pierre de Ronsard, 1524-1585)
..."Live now, believe me, wait not till tomorrow; Gather the roses of life today."
Sonnets to Helen (Pierre de Ronsard, French poet)
my dreams are filled with
abandoned places and
closed doors
and
realms that can't be explained in the real world.
and often,
I am curled up into a ball while Lewis screams in the background,
and still,
the echo of silence
reverberates off the walls
until I find an open door-
and ignore it.
“Gardens are poems
Where you stroll with your hands in your pockets.
(Les jardins sont des poemes
Ou l'on se promene les mains dans les poches.)”
― Pierre Albert-Birot
The poetically lovely dahlias are holding court in the gardens now. Marvels of symmetry, shapes and colors they brave the cold evenings to bask in the warm October sun.
And this, October 27th, 2014, would have been Dylan Thomas's 100th birthday.
"Poem in October" read by the poet: [www.youtube.com/watch?v=EnoHCSU5yn8}.
Have a wonderful week, everyone! :)
Leaning into the afternoons I cast my sad nets
towards your oceanic eyes.
There in the highest blaze my solitude lengthens and flames,
its arms turning like a drowning man's.
I send out red signals across your absent eyes
that move like the sea near a lighthouse.
You keep only darkness, my distant female,
from your regard sometimes the coast of dread emerges.
Leaning into the afternoons I fling my sad nets
to that sea that beats on your marine eyes.
The birds of night peck at the first stars
that flash like my soul when I love you.
The night gallops on its shadowy mare
shedding blue tassels over the land.
Pablo Neruda
Pemberley www.flickr.com/groups/pemberleysl/, Pemberley (105, 196, 23) - Moderado
M'enfilo pels pensaments
de les hores callades.
Pas a pas,
sobre la corda del silenci,
escric mots que perfilen
nous horitzons.
Enrere queden les creences
d'un temps que ja m'és llunyà.
Que n'és de savi el temps!
O som nosaltres que hem après
a desaprendre?
a desfer-nos de l'innecessari,
per tornar a l'essència,
per saber el que veritablement
ens cal...
ISABEL RIBERA I CARNÉ. M'enfilo
“The secret of health for both mind and body is not to mourn for the past, nor to worry about the future, but to live the present moment wisely and earnestly.”
― Bukkyo Dendo Kyokai, The Teaching of Buddha
Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=KXlh-ezKeOw
YOU'LL NEVER WALK ALONE – ELVIS PRESLEY
Sometimes in life we come full circle
I see a footprint of my beginning
and here I am back at the start
I see the people who tried to stop me winning
but I rise above them; and leave them far behind
I draw a line in shifting, whispering grains of sand
and something deep inside me drives me on
no looking back; I am complete; I understand
sometimes in life we cannot win them over
it's not our job; it's for a greater Hand
and He will guide me on my journey
bring me safely to the shore
where angels sing; rejoice and hold me
and I will not be frightened any more
He sees in us the pain; the human burden
He sees the weight that life and people bring
He knows how much; He knows and He is certain
He will not give us more than we can take
so that in our hearts and souls we'll always sing
and when at last our cup is brimming over
He lays his Hand upon our heads and soothes our brow
and we feel the greatest love that ever found us
and we are comforted and lighter; it is a miracle somehow
and once more we are peaceful
finding joy in simple things
as darkness; shadows and all our plights
are left behind and taken care of;
whisked away on angel's wings
and soon the lines of strain are smoothed; not furrowed
as clouds reveal the stars of wonder and ethereal light
and we begin to live at last the ever after; forget tomorrow
this moment we exist; and in this moment
I am complete; I am content right here, right now.
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On the Nature of Daylight | Max Richter
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I applaud thee,
pretenders in shadows lurking creating your persona seconda at will,
effortless without commandeering believable
by most but still not true to heart,
the beating heart in you is not
but I applaud thee for keeping it up
@ behind-the-vail-of-sanity
Here I am with you dear, no yesterday nor tomorrow
Hold on to my hand, close your eyes, see the glow
No stranger am I, or you, to this land
Got this birth, deputed, not for own lots to mend
See the green boughs stirred, by the gentle wind
Free the flowers dance, merrily they unwind
From interlocking leaves, by themselves, their own will
Never solitary you are here, why fear this lovely place
What is part of you, is part of everything around
See that part of whole, and the whole this Existence
The fire is always same, whatever makes it burn
Never does the light perish, nowhere does it go
- Anuj Nair
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© 2010 Anuj Nair. All rights reserved.
All images and poems are the property of Anuj Nair. Using these images and poems without permission is in violation of international copyright laws (633/41 DPR19/78-Disg 154/97-L.248/2000). All materials may not be copied, reproduced, distributed, republished, downloaded, displayed, posted or transmitted in any forms or by any means,including electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording without written permission of Anuj Nair. Every violation will be pursued penally.
"By the shores of Gitche Gumee,
By the shining Big-Sea Water..."
(Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, "The Song of Hiawatha", 1855)
Longfellow is one of America's most famous poets. Many phrases today are used in common conversation, without knowing that they originated in his poetry. Two famous examples: "... ships that pass in the night...", and "like footprints in the sands of time...".
Gitche Gumee is Lake Superior, the largest fresh-water lake in the world. Like many location names in Michigan, Gitche Gumee is believed to be derived from the Ojibwe (Native American tribe) word that some translate to mean "Great Water". An alternative name is "Kitchi Gami".
The location of this picture is on the Southern shore of Lake Superior, an 8-hour drive from my home in Southeast Michigan. It's the general area that Longfellow described in his famous poem.
I stood on the empty, natural sand beach/shore and looked into the massive, empty sea, feeling alone and very at peace. Bliss.
Some facts:
Length: 350 miles (560 km)
Width: 160 miles (260 km)
Surface area: 31.700 sq.mi (82,100 sq.km)
Max. depth: 1333 ft (406m)
Shoreline (not including islands): 1729 mi. (2783 km)
She often forgot that her body (like all of ours) was a house of sand.
That it had been and was crumbling.
That it slipped tirelessly through her fingers.
By Han Kang, Nobel Prize in Literature 2024.
(White ,2016)
Ella se olvidaba con frecuencia de que su cuerpo (como el de todos nosotros) era una casa de arena. De que había estado y estaba desmoronándose. De que se escurría incansable entre los dedos(Blanco, 2016)