Posted in Death, Life, Mankind, Photography, Prose, Ramblings, Random, fate, tagged Life, fate, Age, Power, Burden, Fear, Question, reality, Death, empty, Writing, Blank, Path, Book, seeking, Weak, Helpless, Weaving, Cradle, Spindle, Thread, Ordained, Eternal, Spun, Promised, Strong, Powerful, Escape, Height, Distance, Conquer, Relief, Possessed, Spell, Fantasy, Dwell, Road, Journey, Vacant, Leafs, Written, Pages, Void, Write on April 6, 2008 | 4 Comments »
Photograph by pchweat
Are you not weak against it’s power? Helpless and trembling.
Weaving in and out spinning the cradle of life in its spindle. A thread that has been made and designed - ordained. Can you feel the turning, the wheel creaking with the weight, rusty from eternal age. No matter it’s burden it has kept [...]
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Posted in Fiction, Life, Prose, Ramblings, Random, tagged nameless, Life, soul, Prose, Mind, Pen, Midnight, Faces, Dark, Return, Ponder, reality, Real, Intention, words, Flow, Random, Rambling, Soothing, Writing, Fiction, Scenes, Images, Tales, Imagination, Stroke, Element, Cycle, Stories, Awake, Conjured, Related, Restless, Face, Strangers, Passing, Expression, Blank, Animated, Narrating, Drawing, Impulse, Impulsively, Chain, Guess, Shape, Pictures, Gaze, Waves, Gentle, Tides, Smothering, Deeper, Drown, Vivid, Knight, Cast Away, Borders, Unhinged, Unwanted, Wanted on February 15, 2008 | 2 Comments »
Photograph by *gocha*
There are scenes, images, tales that play themselves out in my mind. Unrelenting, heedless, sweeping in their pursuit to flow from the confines of the imagination to the scribbling stroke of the pen, to be laid out and manifested in words adding yet another element of life to its cycle. Where do they come [...]
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Posted in Life, Photography, Politics, Society, tagged aim, charming, country, debate, disaster, Emotions, empty, Fool, Human, lives, mannerism, mislead, picture, politicians, Politics, pretty, primitive, promises, reality, smile, survive, Truth, ugly, victor, words on January 6, 2008 | 7 Comments »
Photograph by Walsh
The words were human enough but the emotions and mannerism was primitive. The aim for all was the same - to survive and come out the victor. And to do so it seemed anything was said and everything promised.
How many lives will be compromised for the victory, how many banners waved - how [...]
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Posted in Photography, Poetry, tagged bitter, bittersweet, bud, burned, chances, desires, dreams, everygreen, explore, fantasies, fester, forgotten, guilt, Heart, lingering, Love, memory, Mind, pain, passion, private, reality, regret, reminiscence, scorch, self doubt, sigh, smile, spark, tear, temptation, time, unspoiled, wasted, wither, wound, years, youthful on December 19, 2007 | 5 Comments »
Photograph by marirs
What happens to a love that you’re unable to explore, that first spark, that, which starts with temptation?
Does it wither away?
Scorched, burned, a wound that’s best left untended? A pain that’s best left forgotten?
Does it remain an unextinguished temptation?
Inappropriate desires, fantasies, reality gone unchecked? Passion fulfilled in dreams?
Perhaps it becomes a self-doubting, lingering [...]
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"A Year with Rumi: Daily Readings" by Coleman Barks
"O wave! Plunge headlong into the dark seas,
And change thyself with many a twist and turn;
Thou wast not born for tile solace of the shore;
Arise, untamed, and find a path for thyself."
- Allama Muhammad Iqbal
