Tuesday, May 19, 2015

19 mai 2015. NORTH

The backyard apple tree gets sad so soon,   
takes on a used-up, feather-duster look   
within a week. 

The ivy's spring reconnaissance campaign   
sends red feelers out and up and down   
to find the sun. 

Ivy from last summer clogs the pool,   
brewing a loamy, wormy, tea-leaf mulch   
soft to the touch 

and rank with interface of rut and rot. 
The month after the month they say is cruel   
is and is not.


Tuesday, May 5, 2015

6 mai,2015,flying north

FRIENDSHIP is a mirror to presence and a testament to forgiveness. Friendship not only helps us see ourselves through another's eyes, but can be sustained over the years only with someone who has repeatedly forgiven us for our trespasses as we must find it in ourselves to forgive them in turn. A friend knows our difficulties and shadows and remains in sight, a companion to our vulnerabilities more than our triumphs, when we are under the strange illusion we do not need them. An undercurrent of real friendship is a blessing exactly because its elemental form is rediscovered again and again through understanding and mercy. All friendships of any length are based on a continued, mutual forgiveness. Without tolerance and mercy all friendships die.

David Whyte

Friday, May 1, 2015

2 Mai,Tuross,NSW ,Australia

The drop dies in the river

by Mirza Ghalib

The drop dies in the river
of its joy
pain goes so far it cures itself

in the spring after the heavy rain the cloud
that was nothing but tears

in the spring the mirror turns green
holding a miracle
Change the shining wind

the rose led us to our eyes

let whatever is be open

Sunday, April 26, 2015

Into The Forest,27 April 2015

We can give in to our fear and anxiety, or we can surrender to this great mystery with courage. When we see people on a roller coaster, we see that there are those with their faces tight with fear and then there are those that smile broadly, with their hands in the air, carried through the ride on a wave of freedom and joy. This powerful image reminds us that often the only control we have is choosing how we are going to respond to the ride.

Madisyn Taylor

Thursday, April 23, 2015

Tuross beach,NSW Australia,23 April 2015

There is nothing in a caterpillar that tells you it's going to be a butterfly.
Margaret Fuller

Thursday, April 9, 2015

Monday, April 6, 2015

West Australia ,6 april 2015

Come quickly -- as soon as these blossoms open, they fall. This world exists as a sheen of dew on flowers.
Izumi Shikibu
mid-Heian period Japanese poet

May I see my own limits with compassion, just as I view the limits of others.

"We are who we are because somebody loved us, somebody had faith in us, somebody invested in you."

What is life? It is the flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime. It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the Sunset.
Crowfoot, a leader of the Blackfoot nation

Things break.... It’s what we do with the pieces that matters. This is what is beautiful. The mosaic is the masterpiece.