Posted in Fiction, Passages, Prose, Quotations, Verse, Writing, tagged Music, smile, Nothing, Light, Sky, Silk, Alessandro Baricco, solitude, Herve Joncour, horizon, international bestseller, birds, flight, earth, flying, terror, frantic, singing, crying, fireworks, wings, clouds, colour, color, sounds on May 9, 2008 | No Comments »
Photograph by Ilina S.
“He could make out Hara Kei’s palace on the far side of the village, barely larger than the other houses, but surrounded by huge cedars that protected its solitude. Herve Joncour continued to look at it, as though there stood nothing else between here and the horizon. Thus he saw,
finally,
suddenly,
the sky above the [...]
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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
