Nadia Wicker….Miercurea fara cuvinte…
People are like stained-glass windows. They sparkle and shine when the sun is out, but when the darkness sets in their true beauty is revealed only if there is light from within. ~Elisabeth Kübler-Ross
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Miercurea fara cuvinte starts here
I’m nobody! Who are you?….
I’m nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?
Then there’s a pair of us — don’t tell!
They’d banish us, you know.
How dreary to be somebody!
How public, like a frog
To tell your name the livelong day
To an admiring bog!
Emily Dickinson
My Angel….
She’s My Angel
She’s that smile that I need when I’ve had a crummy day.
She’s that rainbow of color when my world has turned gray.
She’s that shoulder I need when I’m up against the ropes.
She’s the one that I turn to when I need that ray of hope.
She’s the candle’s flicker in a room otherwise dark.
She’s lit my soul on fire for her from the very start.
She’s the one I feel at peace with when I’m laying in her arms.
She’s the one who captivates me with all her witty charm.
She’s everything I want and everything I need
She’s every single love song and in every book I read.
Every minute we share together is a minute I’ll always hold tight.
She’s my angel in the morning, afternoon, and night.
She’s not perfect, but to me she’s pretty close.
She’s quick to give an attitude adjustment right when I need it the most.
She’s that star in the sky that is shinning brighter than the rest.
She’s that one ounce of encouragement I need to do my very best.
She’s the one who knows me better than anyone else ever could.
She’s the one who loves me even more than she probably should.
She’s got a way of touching my heart like nobody else knows.
She’s the woman I love from the top of her head to the tips of her toes.
She’s everything I want and everything I need
She’s every single love song and in every book I read.
Every minute we share together is a minute I’ll always hold tight.
She’s my angel in the morning, afternoon, and night.
She’s a red sports car, in the summer, running ninety.
She’s forever the one I always want beside me.
She’s all the words I do not say because the words do not come fast enough.
She’s soft, sweet, kind, and sincere, but at times can be very tough.
She’s the most expensive, most precious, priceless work of art.
She’s the one, I swear, I’ll never let go of until death do us part.
She’s absolutely, positively, no doubt about it, my angel from above.
She’s the reason I write this poem to try and express my love.
She’s everything I want and everything I need
She’s every single love song and in every book I read.
Every minute we share together is a minute I’ll always hold tight.
She’s my angel in the morning, afternoon, and night.
by K Gossett
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Miercurea fara cuvinte..What happens at night in a bookstore…
Miercurea fara cuvinte starts here >>>>here
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A life lit….
Electric Love
When I was down
An angel came to me
And she touched me inside
That woman set me free
Turned on the light
So I could see
That there was fire inside
And I could feel the heat
She’s got the power, she gets me high
She can take a storm and make it shine
She keeps the spark burning over time
That woman’s got electric love
Ooo, electric love
There ain’t no medicine
That makes me fly
Like when I’m with my sweet woman
She keeps me so satisfied
And if we had no money
We’d still get by
And if the world should stop turnin’
Our love would be alive
She’s got the power, she gets me high
She can take a storm and make it shine
She keeps the spark burning over time
That woman’s got electric love
Look out
She’s got the power, she’s gets me high
She can take a storm and make it shine
She keeps the spark burning over time
That woman’s got electric love
Whoa yeah
She gets me high, so high
Ooo yeah, she makes the stars shine
Burning all the time
That woman’s got electric love
Electric love
Electric love
She’s got the fire
She’s got the fire
Electric love
Electric love
Electric love
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People are made of places…
People are made of places. They carry with them
hints of jungles or mountains, a tropic grace
or the cool eyes of sea gazers. Atmosphere of cities
how different drops from them, like the smell of smog
or the almost-not-smell of tulips in the spring,
nature tidily plotted with a guidebook;
or the smell of work, glue factories maybe,
chromium-plated offices; smell of subways
crowded at rush hours.
Where I come from, people
carry woods in their minds, acres of pine woods;
blueberry patches in the burned-out bush;
wooden farmhouses, old, in need of paint,
with yards where hens and chickens circle about,
clucking aimlessly; battered schoolhouses
behind which violets grow. Spring and winter
are the mind’s chief seasons: ice and the breaking of ice.
A door in the mind blows open, and there blows
a frosty wind from fields of snow.
Elizabeth Brewster
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And there was light…
Both light and shadow are the dance of Love.
Love has no cause, it is the astrolabe of God’s secrets.
Lover and loving are inseparable and timeless.
Although I may try to describe love,
when I experience it, I am speechless.
Although I may try to write about love, I am rendered helpless.
My pen breaks, and the paper slips away
at the ineffable place where lover loving and loved are one.
Every moment is made glorious by the light of Love .
RUMI
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Spirits rising…..
Don’t be afraid your life will end; be afraid that it will never begin
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I am not really here….
Got lucky..through circumstances got a day off today :-)…so only catching up a little…probaly will be a week again before I am back again here…
Eat well 🙂
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Miercurea fara cuvinte…16…Capturing without words…
Wordless wednesday starts here
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He walked the path into darkness….
He walked the path into darkness,
No light to guard his way
He walked alone into the mist
No God left for him to pray.
He hears the young ones laughter
The sounds soon fade away.
He moves down the path of darkness,
No light to guide him today.
The rainbows light has faded
the dreams and hopes have too.
He moves down the path of darkness
No love for him anew.
Branches like fingers of bone
scrape along his skin
Moonlight pools and madness
tell him were he’s been.
He walks the path of darkness
surrounded yet alone.
He walks the path of darkness
Looking for his home.
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SUKHI BARBER….
Sukhi’s sculptures are intended to bridge the cultures of East and West. Embodying the peace and compositional balance of ancient devotional art, they represent complex philosophical ideas with a simplicity and clarity that renders them accessible to the Western viewer. Exploring themes of hidden potentials, and the transcendence of our limiting view of a solid reality, her work often represents the negative space as being as important as the material itself, implying the dance of form and spirit, a constant state of transformation.
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Voyage into my mind…
You can stare forever at the diamond black sky,
You can think you know everything there is to know,
And then there is more,
The greatest universe to conquer,
Is not in the blue glowing heavens,
That spills over into golden lights,
That shine beyond time,
Then they drift farther away,
And the universe expands,
The greatest universe to conquer,
Is in our own minds,
Thought are tools that kill and heal,
If we reach deep within ourselves,
We will see that the meaning of life,
Is trying to find meaning in life,
Dreams are ships that take us where we need to go,
As they sail the waters of Our Inner Universe.
~Colleen Anne Carroll
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A Slumber did my Spirit Seal….
A Slumber did my Spirit Seal
By William Wordsworth 1770–1850
A slumber did my spirit seal;
I had no human fears:
She seemed a thing that could not feel
The touch of earthly years.
No motion has she now, no force;
She neither hears nor sees;
Rolled round in earth’s diurnal course,
With rocks, and stones, and trees.
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Miercurea fara cuvinte..15…Pepene verde…
Wordless wednesday starts here
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Soft strokes….
I am overwhelmed with a burning desire
A desire locked down deep inside
One that cannot be concealed anymore.
I long for one sweet kiss to quench my thirst
I long for one tender touch that will last a lifetime
At the end of it all
are my deepest desire!
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Midnight glow…
The moonlight shines upon her face
while in her peaceful sleep
The secrets that she dreams tonight
will be her’s to keep ~
The softness of the the midnight moon
its glow illuminates
The beauty that is seen within
the soul it emanates.
Behold, the epitome of perfection
lays within this bed
She sleeps tonight and in her dreams
is the man she longs to wed ~
A rendezvous within her heart
when the hour is close at hand
As the midnight glow of the moon
leads her to her man.
Her eyes close in anticipation
a smile upon her lips
Knowing that soon she will taste
his tender loving kiss ~
And feel his arms around her
in their midnight rendezvous
Together they ignite the passion
and make all their dreams come true.
“Darling,” she cries, as she looks upon
the love upon his face
“With you is where I want to be,
within your warm embrace ~
Ignite in me the desire
and take me by my hand
Show me you will always be
the one who understands.”
“My love,” he says as he takes her hand
and brings it to his lips
“I never thought a love like yours
could ever be like this ~
I want to always be with you
and feel you next to me,
You give me more than I deserve,
with you I am complete.”
With a sleepy smile upon her lips
under the midnight glow
Of the moon that shines upon her face
is the love she’s come to know ~
The secrets and the passion,
the thoughts within her head
Lead her to the dreams they share
together in their bed.
Making love at midnight
sharing thoughts and fears,
Whispering together
sweet nothings in their ears ~
As they lay together under the stars
their bodies gently entwined
Suspended in the midnight glow
caught somewhere in time.
Waking in the early morn
from her peaceful sleep
The secrets that she dreamed tonight
she will forever keep,
Close to her heart until the day
the one who loves her so
Weds her under the starlit sky
of the moon’s midnight glow.
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A view…
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Oshibe….
Oshibe mean “stamen” in Japanese, and was what inspired Tomomi Sayuda to create this nest/music box/lamp/creative plaything. Also inspired by eggs, plants, light, and the moon, Sayuda created an interactive sculpture for both children and adults. When you place the eggs on the stamens, the eggs light up and music is played. Each stamen plays a different sound, and the sounds change according to the number and position of the eggs.
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Xooang choi…
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Reaching out….
I believe in reaching out
and touching from the heart.
I believe that if we touch,
a gift we can impart.
I believe that if you cry
your tears are not in vain.
And when you are sad and lonely,
others know your pain.
I believe that when we laugh
a sparkle starts to shine.
And I just know that spark will spread
from more hearts than just mine.
I believe that hidden
in the quiet of the night,
there’s magic moths and gypsies
a fairy and a sprite.
I believe that if you dance
the dances of your heart,
that greater happiness will find
a brand new way to start.
I believe the gifts you have
are there for you to share
And when you give them from the heart,
the whole world knows your care.
I believe that if you give,
even just to one,
that gift will grow in magnitude
before the day is done.
I believe that comfort comes
from giving part of me.
And if I share with others,
there’s more for all to see.
I believe that love is still
the greatest gift of all
and when it’s given from the heart
then not one of us will fall.
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Fallen….
Autumn Leaves
I am a leaf in the yards of someone,
I am fallen in the lands of only one
They have no yard of their own,
There are no leaves green or brown
They have nothing to be fallen,
They have nothing to be shown
All has been stolen my dear,
All has been lost no cheer
I am an Aboriginal leaf in my yard,
I have been fallen on the land
My leaves muddy red such a blood,
They have been damaged very badly
I have nothing all has gone,
My colourful yard has been brawn
The house of my yard has been knocked down,
Farms, vineyards have been burnt even the town
They pulled and pulled my yard trees,
Until their roots were torn of the ground
We never rest until the wind rests,
When they leave we leave too
We never stop until the leaves stop falling,
When the summer keeps the leaves fidgeted on trees
Im always in love with you; never its too late,
I like to see a green yard in your eye
Old and ragged things will be moulded on their land,
But the sun light of our hearts will win all in our hand.
Dana Kadir
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