Originally posted on Borderless:
Poetry of Munir Momin, translated from Balochi by Fazal Baloch Munir Momin is a contemporary Balochi poet widely cherished for his sublime art of poetry. Meticulously crafted images, linguistic finesse and profound aesthetic sense have earned him a distinguished place in Balochi literature. His poetry speaks through images, more than words.…
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Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen ‘Death’ – A Translation
Originally posted on only coffee is real:
Sophia de Mello Poem translated by Ana Silva, original poem by Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen. Do read the beautiful original poem below. Commentary One of the most compelling elements of Sophia’s poetry is her belief in the power of the four primordial elements – air, fire, earth…
નિર્વાણષટકમ – આદિ શંકરાચાર્ય, English translation by Swami Vivekanand
मनौबुद्धिय् अंहकार चितानि नहम न च श्रोत्रः जि्व्हे न च घ्रणा नेत्र न च व्योम भुमिर न तेजो न वायु चिदानन्द रुपाः शिवोहं शिवोहं I am neither the mind, nor the intellect, nor the ego, nor the mind-stuff; I am neither the body, nor the changes of the body; I am neither the senses of…
Read MoreCOURAGE
My heart fills with respect for this inspiring Lady Oriah ! Words of wisdom written many years ago, Like sufi poets and ancient Indian Rishis. Wish to explore more ! 🙂
Read More“AS THE IVY TWINES”
Beautiful thought !
Read MoreShot by a Stranger — On Art and Aesthetics
I found this article intriguing, I want to congratulate French-Spanish artist Gonzalo for thinking of such a project. We all are lonely in our own cocoon despite of our crowded social life online!! Google “millennials” and “loneliness” and you will find a flood of articles. Our generation is rich in virtual connections, poor in…
Read MoreWhen Poets Climb Another Mountain
Originally posted on Rivers Renewed:
When poets climb another mountain in order to set themselves free, to be moved, to be filled with the words again, there is always the danger we will not see the meaning of the streams, the beauty, the wonder of what was made. May we seek to be refreshed with…
November Rain — Poet’s Corner
Beautifully written! Pain delicately expressed fills my heart with the sound of those bells and rain! Back when we spent days chasing raindrops and ink seeking warmth in each other’s arms summer passed in just a blink playing dive bars, writing our own memoirs you told a story with just one wink via November…
Read Moresummer leaves- TETIANA ALEKSINA
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One of my favourite blogs and I truly admire her … “Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines, sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in you… Source: About
Read Moretime for another coffee…
Another round of coffees?… Each week my daughter and I meet my grandparents in a cafe. It’s a little one with darkened corners and wooden tabletops. A cafe with a heart, and dependable … Source: time for another coffee…
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Esoteric Enchantress
Originally posted on Broken Light Collective:
Photo taken by contributor Jaeda DeWalt, a conceptual self-portrait artist in her forties from Seattle, Washington. Her battles with mental illness hearken back to her earliest memories, at age four, when she became obsessed with the number four and performed exhaustive rituals in patterns of four. During her teen years, she began noticing extreme mood swings, manic one…
Weaver
Originally posted on Poesy plus Polemics:
“Weaver on the Loom” by Vincent Van Gogh fingers of poets play nimbly through tangles of language pluck warp and weft neatly metered to clacks of the beater board yielding a tapestry slowly sequentially tiny but truthful colors enriched by deep pigments of mind
If You Don’t Sing
Originally posted on Rivers Renewed:
If you don’t sing very well, try painting or photography or a poem about a sunset, the world really needs you right now, and you are the only one that can share what you have inside. So share the flowers you have hidden in your heart. Poetry and Image…
Forgotten Sand Castles
I return back to my childhood, every time I walk on the beach! 🙂 This beautiful poem gently evokes child within us!
Read MoreLife is a wayside flower
Originally posted on Jemverse:
Saw a little wayside flower growing right there in the street Finding just enough moisture to prosper down there at my feet It seemed like a really fine testament to all that life truly means For there’s always beauty to be found Where and whenever it seems So here’s to wayside…
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