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𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚍—
𝚖𝚢 𝚟𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚜 𝚛𝚞𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚕
𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍𝚜..
𝙷𝚎𝚛𝚎, 𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚞𝚜𝚑,
𝚖𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚘𝚘𝚍—𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚔 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚖𝚎; 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝.
𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚍—
𝚖𝚢 𝚟𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚜 𝚛𝚞𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚕
𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍𝚜..
𝙷𝚎𝚛𝚎, 𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚞𝚜𝚑,
𝚖𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚘𝚘𝚍—𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚔 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚖𝚎; 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝.
~John Muir
~John Muir
your inn is wherever
the autumn moon shines" Issa Kobayashi
(image: Bairei Kono)
your inn is wherever
the autumn moon shines" Issa Kobayashi
(image: Bairei Kono)
Vincent van Gogh
Vincent van Gogh
Words and items to keep forever
Powerfully stirring old memories
Voices at rest and stilled to time
Whispers heard within one's heart
The truest of bonds are unbroken
In quieter moments we remember
Love enfolds both lament and joy...
#MypoetryEileen2025
Words and items to keep forever
Powerfully stirring old memories
Voices at rest and stilled to time
Whispers heard within one's heart
The truest of bonds are unbroken
In quieter moments we remember
Love enfolds both lament and joy...
#MypoetryEileen2025
petals flicker like white flames
stone bends to bloom
#Photography Les I. 📷
@mauiboymike.bsky.social
petals flicker like white flames
stone bends to bloom
#Photography Les I. 📷
@mauiboymike.bsky.social
G.
Watercolour On Paper.
[ Prints : james-mccormack.pixels.com/featured/lif... ]
#lifemodel #figure #sitting #watercolour #BuyIntoArt #malenude #nude #model #ArtStore #TraditionalArt #ArtShop
G.
Watercolour On Paper.
[ Prints : james-mccormack.pixels.com/featured/lif... ]
#lifemodel #figure #sitting #watercolour #BuyIntoArt #malenude #nude #model #ArtStore #TraditionalArt #ArtShop
The floor
Windblown leaves
Swirling
Dancing
As the door
I open
It is I who seek
Pages
Viciously torn
From books of ancient hearts
I hear them as softly I tread
Whispering their words
For only ghosts
To hear
And
As ink runs
Their pain inscribes
Into
Staining my soul
The floor
Windblown leaves
Swirling
Dancing
As the door
I open
It is I who seek
Pages
Viciously torn
From books of ancient hearts
I hear them as softly I tread
Whispering their words
For only ghosts
To hear
And
As ink runs
Their pain inscribes
Into
Staining my soul
slow return across the shore
air without center
water writes then erases
the #geography of now
#tankaThursday #vss365 #tanka #blueskypoets #nature
slow return across the shore
air without center
water writes then erases
the #geography of now
#tankaThursday #vss365 #tanka #blueskypoets #nature