People. People who call themselves
by a name, a label.
People who place themselves
at the head of the table.
People who invoke for themselves
some elusive power.
People who see themselves
as the need of the hour.
People who see themselves
Worthy of all honor.
Who see their god as helpless, ineffective,
in Towers imagine,
Themselves above all others.
In laughter’s joy,
the sparkling of your eyes,
Lights up my life.
Probbing, and prodding,
Emerging, expanding, enfolding, entrapping,
Tendrils of memory!
A little slow in getting this up, but here is a shot of all of my sketches done in 2015*. It was a sketch-filled year alright, with a large bulk coming in the middle, on my sketching trip to France…
Source: see ya 2015
Drifting through other blogs on WordPress can kill hours of the night but also be whimsical, wrenching, or fun. So tonight Pete Scully’s wrap up of 2015 is both whimsical and fun and definitely worth going to the source to explore.
All is not right today,
With a world where children pass away,
While we to mourn must stay.
Wail and moan.
Lift your burden and groan,
Life demands, ” Get goin’!”
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Ancient trees speak to me… Thanks to everyone who inspired the Lady Calen to post this and introduce, I hope, Herman Hesse to other readers. And to the Reader for bringing it my way.
“Trees are sanctuaries. Whoever knows how to speak to them, whoever knows how to listen to them, can learn the truth. They do not preach learning and precepts, they preach, undeterred by particulars, the ancient law of life.”~Hermann Hesse~
Along with some impressive pictures she’s taken, Spiritual Dragonfly posted this beautiful quote about trees from Hermann Hesse’s book Bäume. Betrachtungen und Gedichte on her blog today. (I will not pretend to know what that means!) She was kind enough to pull out the bit in the book it was taken from for me to post.
I love trees of all kinds because they provide what every person needs: roots for knowing who you are and where you came from, and tall branches from which to sprout your wings and fly knowing you’ll always be able to shelter there. It’s a very common theme when we’re talking about things we…
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The madness took them,
every evening at dusk,
to dance the night away!
Haiku Journey 