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…
Originally posted on Annika Perry's Writing Blog:
‘It doesn’t interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up, after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done to feed the…
Originally posted on Ellie belfiglio:
… Tangled vines on the ivy grow- Intricately vast- Twined around- As if afraid to let go! … When one breaks loose from- Its tongued tangle home- It spouts forth a leaf growing- In its own existence- At last free to roam… … Let us learn by watching nature unfold-…
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…
Originally posted on Ancient Skies:
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…
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…
Originally posted on unbolt me:
clouds-carriages are full of ticketless birds the summer speeds past dropping onto my doorstep an expired crumpled green leaf ? by TETIANA ALEKSINA © All rights reserved 2016
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
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…
Originally posted on Broken Light: A Photography 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,…
