Behold, The Man!

His Musings, Journeys, Writings, Realizations.

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The calls are sent into the vastness. Like the waves tossed from one direction to any other, there is no planned destinations only the changing currents.  The captain’s finger is used to indicate my direction.  Above the surface, swiftly my arrival is felt. Through the tall grass and through the bluffs, and the formation of the sand my presence felt.  Under a gull’s feathers, she flies smoothly. The heat of the sun and coolness of shade and the movement of the curtains, you are reached and your wishes answered.  

[cardiogcdess]

#PrayForLondon the world is a scary place.

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Great Britain England London

[hellocoraco]

“dance into the light ,…”

Phil Collins

[cosmicwizdom]

Look around you. Appreciate what you have. Nothing will be the same in a year.

(via alunit)

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Garden of Eleganceಌ

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If you happen to be my lover, partner, my lady or simply an acquaintance, I will take care of you. If I wed you or I don’t ever see you again, I will take care of you. I love you. I don’t know why. If I die, among my prayers you would be included and that you are given the greater care I could not. My inspiration. I love you. I don’t know why. I love you. My last breath, I would give to keep you from being abandoned – oh, Havana. (Carlos H Morales - Reahpr - Cuba, August 2013)

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Coty perfume “Ambre Antique”. Glass bottle by Rene Lalique, approx 1910, Courtesy Corning Museum of Glass

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you know those miniature bottles of perfume u get when u buy like gift sets or whatever i accidentally just vacummed one off my dressing table lmao and i heard it like break and now my vacuum smells reallly nice wtf

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Be careful! 

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That morning, I dreamt about having a ‘Puff Ball’ garden. In one hand, I held gently this flowering Japanese Dandelion. Later, just before approaching the end of the street to leave my community for work, the puff ball emerged from my consciousness again. Coming to a stop to turn left onto the main road, there directly across the street there was an un-manicured lawn with countless puff ball dandelion. I felt the excitement and tear overtaking me. I sat still asking aloud what all this was about. Moments later before reaching the park, the radio commercial was asking if anyone had trouble with dandelions. Again, the shiver and tears, and this time the Spirit and the acceleration took me away. Having no control of my self like a seed in the wind.) - Reahpr

. (Image: furkl.com). (Carlos H Morales May 2017)

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Collecting antique, purpled bottles, cultivating a Cosmo garden, and arranging them sooth my constant desire to be surrounded in beauty and reminded that I am. Like Sunrise, Spirit-rises seeing this lovely composition as the door opens after a hard day’s work. (Carlos H Morales 5/6/17) Re-ah-p-r

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Reclaim Reborn Reuse!!!

Collect antique Bottles and stained glass  (Carlos H Morales)

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I have lived with family, friends and creation. I have made few enemies.  I have traveled through native and strange lands with vigor and fatigue. Under the sun, skies, stars, moon and planets, I have succeeded and failed; feared and hoped, bought and sold, created and destroyed. I have loved and disliked, wished and dismissed, confronted and eluded. I have pleased and pained.   

Now, let me run, crawl, climb and hide.  In my ultimate and intimate moment, let me be alone.

Before the movements of locks and keys and the sense of fear and hope, let me be. Before another dawn to dusk, dust to dust; before the herald, the gatherings, the dirges and the clarion calls; before the final blessing, the corruption and trumpet call; before the ferry passage, the glory and the gentleness of a Seraph’s hand; before your wave beckons, let me find my space to let go - to rest and reflect on my account - to know I have lived and to be at peace with myself.  

Carlos H Morales 6-4-17 

 Raspail family tomb”. (Cimetiere du Pere-Lachaise) Image - ?

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“Live. Toil. Sleep.”, she says.  The Seraph, Dusk, promises anything in the cover of night. Before fading away, she assures my well being upon arrival. The night sky offers dramas as well as many places of tranquility. Downstairs and outside, there is a parade marching to that beat of, “Life. Toil and Sleep.” I follow the route that leads to the Dawn of my Live.  And she will marshal me elsewhere.  Carlos H Morales (6-3-17)

image - Flower Power

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The Seraph, Dawn, appeared before the Dawn Chorus started.  The blackbird was the first to see her light.  Out of the window of my dream, she was already there on the wings of songs and calls. From within my window she was there too.  I don’t know whether she promised me in a dream, but being awakened into the Light, she had left me another day to live. Before I noticed, she was already there again.  She will gently arrive with songs and calls, greetings and a promise fulfilled … Carlos H Morales (6-3-17) 

Photo - Dawn Black

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Where ever I am placed may your light fall on me, let me create a shadow, let me release my fragrance, let me know I exist and my colors admired, let the mid spring winds sway me and cast my seeds closer to you.  Carlos H Morales (5/31/17) (image - natgb.com)