#finitude

[crawfishcomic]

Genie

[apenitentialprayer]

God's ways are not always our ways. They transcend our actions, which are always incomplete, and the intentions of our heart, which are always imperfect.

Pope John Paul II (1985 Address to Young Muslims at Casablanca)

[cheminer-poesie-cressant]

source : @cheminer-poesie-cressant

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la fin de la colline correspondait à la fin du village nous habitions sur cette fin et précisément c’est là que j’y avais fait jardin honorer la fin du village par sa présence au-delà, il fallait concevoir un autre jardin je vivais là sur une finitude

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une caresse de soleil sur la plaine, juste une caresse qui effleure les hautes herbes et les tapis d’onagres et puis se retire jusqu’aux cimes des grands arbres, les cils de la plaine qui se referment laissant la nuit aller ; dernier épanchement du jour avant son retrait

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the end of the hill marked the end of the village we lived at that end and that was precisely where I had planted my garden honouring the end of the village with its presence beyond that, another garden had to be designed I lived there on a finitude

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a caress of sunlight on the plain, just a caress that brushes the tall grasses and carpets of evening primroses and then retreats to the tops of the tall trees, the eyelashes of the plain closing, letting the night go; the last tenderness of the day before its withdrawal

© Pierre Cressant

(dimanche 1 juin 2025)

[mandymooree]

[theinwardlight]

Be humble. It becomes a creature, a depending and borrowed being, that lives not of itself, but breathes in another's air with another's breath, and is accountable for every moment of time and can call nothing its own, but is absolutely a tenant at will of the great Lord of heaven and earth.

William Penn, 'Advice to his children', 1699

[againstthebluedesert]

Wounds of time

(26.09.24)

The wounds of time cannot be rewritten or hidden. Nor is there any grammar to translate them into a comprehensible language. We are the torn body of that palimpsest of our memory and our finitude.

Photo: Laura Makabresku

[majestativa]

Mood.

[despondencytendencies]

The truth is that this is the only way I can live: in two directions. I need two lives. I am two beings.

— Anaïs Nin, Henry and June from "A Journal of Love" : The Unexpurgated Diaries of Anaïs Nin 1931-1932