[weltenwellen]

Czeslaw Milosz, tr. by Robert Haas, from “Late Ripeness”, Second Space: New Poems

[exhaled-spirals]

« It is not enough for two people to find each other, it is also very important that they find each other at the right moment and hold deep, quiet festivals in which their desires merge so that they can fight as one against storms. How many people have parted ways because they did not find the time slowly to grow close to each other?

Before two people can experience unhappiness together, they have to have been blissful together and possess a sacred memory of that time, which evokes a kindred smile on their lips and a kindred longing in their souls. They become like children who have lived through the festivities of a Christmas night together; when they find a few minutes to catch their breath during the pale, drawn-out days, they will sit down together and tell each other with glowing cheeks about that pin-tree-scented nighttime full of sparkling lights…

Such people will weather all storms together. »

— Rainer Maria Rilke, Rilke and Andreas-Salomé: A Love Story in Letters

[fruitandflowercrowns]

our firsts loves are always nature

source

[eloquentedition]

by valvey_daily

https://www.instagram.com/valvey_daily/

[dk-thrive]

Yes

It could happen any time, tornado, earthquake, Armageddon. It could happen. Or sunshine, love, salvation.

It could, you know. That’s why we wake and look out – no guarantees in this life.

But some bonuses, like morning, like right now, like noon, like evening.

— William Stafford, “Yes,” The Way It Is: New and Selected Poems (Graywolf Press March 1st 1999) (via The Vale of Soul-Making)

[michalinamurawska]

[antisisyphus]

On This the 100th Anniversary of the Sinking of the Titanic, We Reconsider the Buoyancy of the Human Heart by Laura Lamb Brown-Lavoie

[hn-yjournal]

Flowers on Burgh Island, May 2016

[jeanambrojo]

Nu à la mer

[un-peu-de-vin]

“I don’t care about someone being intelligent; any situation between people, when they are really human with each other, produces ‘intelligence’:”

— Susan Sontag, As Consciousness Is Harnessed to Flesh

[henk-heijmans]

Donkey getting some shade on a hot sunny day in Greece - photographer unknown

[chippyyyz]

Donkey about to get the fuckin drop on father konstaninos - photographer unknown

[hug-your-face]

The photographer was next

[rubiesandhoney]

[thirdity]

“The man who comes back through the Door in the Wall will never be quite the same as the man who went out. He will be wiser but less sure, happier but less self-satisfied, humbler in acknowledging his ignorance yet better equipped to understand the relationship of words to things, of systematic reasoning to the unfathomable mystery which it tries, forever vainly, to comprehend.”

— Aldous Huxley, The Doors of Perception

[sorrrowfull]

[04k96]

[noosphe-re]

Mind is a biocomputer. You go on collecting data, knowledge, information, and then when a certain question arises your mind supplies the answer out of that collection. It is not a real response; it is just out of the dead past.

Osho, Intelligence: The Creative Response to Now

[04k96]