Evening on the waves by Paolo

All Those Rivers
j. ruth kelly, 2014, all rights reserved

my feet find me here
on soil and dirt speaking some
long, unending drum
song sung before all
was lost to progress killing
the unfolding feel
of soul from earth revealing
love’s eternal work.

somehow the dance moves
me beyond the fall and fear,
bounty awaiting.
mind kneels to feel
and naked knowing births earth’s
song from depths ancient.

take me always back
to the animal and the sage,
my feet…

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When you go out into the woods and you look at trees, you see all these different trees. And some of them are bent, and some of them are straight, and some of them are evergreens, and some of them are whatever. And you look at the tree and you allow it. You appreciate it. You see why it is the way it is. You sort of understand that it didn’t get enough light, and so it turned that way. And you don’t get all emotional about it. You just allow it. You appreciate the tree. The minute you get near humans, you lose all that. And you are constantly saying ‘You’re too this, or I’m too this.’ That judging mind comes in. And so I practice turning people into trees. Which means appreciating them just the way they are.
Ram Dass (via thebigelectron)

un-monde-de-papier:

Nymphéas et agapanthes, Claude Monet, 1914-1917.
Source: www.the-athenaeum.org

un-monde-de-papier:

Nymphéas et agapanthes, Claude Monet, 1914-1917.

Source: www.the-athenaeum.org



blastedheath:

Wu Guanzhong (Chinese, 1919-2000), Lotus Flowers, 1973. Oil on canvas, 60.8 x 50.2 cm.

blastedheath:

Wu Guanzhong (Chinese, 1919-2000), Lotus Flowers, 1973. Oil on canvas, 60.8 x 50.2 cm.