Adjectives

And so supposed right ones rite the things that our written word should right...Is it age, experience, inner might or simply sight of what's concise in our destined manifesto? For it's written as we go on; go forth. We have set expectations.
I'll just let the rotten things flow out; discard, have you. Count the blessings; and the saintly wishes granted on my ledger build. We could all be more grateful. But I have a hunch that there are some that want and want and don't receive...unfortunate I say. Use all senses and you will perceive.
So then the circle comes full; and the idea of balance is one that becomes blurred with the demands of so much social change. Lonesome yet beautiful. English syllables can't suffice descriptions of changes we feel. Age is one determinant of explicitness. Auld lange syne.
Let your soul love; but make sure to love your soul.

"The doctor of the future will no longer treat the human frame with drugs, but rather will cure and prevent disease with nutrition."

-Thomas Edison

Inner Umi

So far and so close, these serendipitous things approach… We fear the risks and take a step back from potential open corridors to above and beyond. The world of a small world is minute indeed. Open the door to the unexplored, give it a shot. Love, be loved, and let it go when time is due. Time will heal and give once more. I survived because I believed there was nothing I could not learn or wrap my finger around. Perhaps I was naïve; but fledgling ones who strive for light years are the only ones who might actually make it to that burning star. My Umi told me to follow my own light. And my inner light taught me solo sheds the brightest might. Small world, Harvest moons, and serendipitous accounts…when the world speaks to you in code, those tendrils are more perceptive than we think they are. Follow that gut feeling…follow that intuition. Let’s not be afraid of what the cosmos have collided to.

The Logic of it all

"Logic drowns in a whirlpool of confusion and the pleasure of absolute freedom is found only in madness."

- Esrar Dede

Fresh

What do sad people have in common?

It seems
They have all built a shrine
To the past

And often go there
And do a strange wail and
Worship.

What is the beginning of
Happiness?

It is to stop being
So Religous

Like That.

~Hafiz

Of Wings and Men

The Notre Dame Cathedral has seen more than its share...

In my attempts to rid myself of my fear of ornithophobia, here goes.

Reflections on the Go

One of the most visited streets in Paris, Rue Du Chavalier de la Barre, nestled coyly behind the Sacre Coeur church.

The reflection through the eyes and the lens of the...

 

Purpose

I was gazing at the homeless man,
the homeless man with rugged hands.
The homeless man without a plan.
I was thinking of a way to talk;
a stroke of luck might lead to such.
And maybe he would share his plan and how his
life began.

 

Eighty-Eight Pedestrians on St. Denis

A stroll near River Wey in Guilford

 

Lewis Carroll's opening scene in Alice in Wonderland was inspired by this charming view...who wouldn't want to go down the rabbit hole?!...my first time sharing my photos...feeling exposed.

What to do when you cannot sleep because you have fallen in love...

First you befriend the moon. Then you hold your breath
And listen to the hummingbirds in your ears. You think to yourself—
I am not ready to plant a flower garden inside my soul—but you
Suddenly find yourself on your knees, hands clasped together,
Asking God for rain—begging, really, for downpours that last for days.
Later, lying on your back, you face the stars and ask for directions.

Love—it happens as it happens, they say. Now forget the meaning
Of time. Simply stop thinking and wander out into the garden,
Venture up to where the white peonies are exploding. Sit with them.
Every moment now is blessed. The hummingbirds go quiet.
Stillness is a virtue when the sun is rising. You will feel the white

Hot caress of blossoms blooming in your blood, you will think,
I am in love now, I am no longer immune to wonder—
No longer able to look in a mirror and see only a single faraway face.
Afterwards, when the moon visits, you will say, Please, not now.

- Faisal Mohyuddin, Carleton Class of 2000

A Mona Lisa theft

Vincenzo Peruggio happens to be the "greatest art thief" ever...managed to run away with one of the most recognized works in history.

Great artists still reside:

Constructed Evolution

Walking to work on a sunny spring day I pass an elderly man leaning on his walking stick. He seems to be taking a stroll this morning, but on his path of exploring the old block he runs into a massive building he's never seen before. The many weeks of snow had finally melted away and the sunshine had given him the strength to break free from hibernation. I was aware of the condo building from the day construction began for it was a nuisance to cross the street every day to avoid the fuss. Don Cirilo (he felt like a Don) leaned hard into his walking stick as he took a deep breath and inhaled the massive structure. It was now a part of him. He didn't even notice the young girl walking behind him, admiring his admiration.