The birds, they sang
At the break of day
Start again, I heard them say
Don’t dwell on what has passed away
Or what is yet to be.
Yeah, the wars
They will be fought again
The holy dove
She will be caught again
Bought and sold and bought again
The dove is never free.
Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack, a crack in everything
That’s how the light gets in.
Yeah we all shine on, like the moon, and the stars, and the sun. — John Lennon
Weekly Photo Challenges: Shine
In 5-billion years the Sun will expand & engulf our orbit
as the charred ember that was once Earth vaporizes.
Have a nice day.
Neil deGrasse Tyson
“The moment you have in your heart this extraordinary thing called love and feel the depth, the delight, the ecstasy of it, you will discover that for you the world is transformed.” — J. Krishnamurti
“Supposing I was to tell you that it’s just Beauty that’s
calling me, the beauty of the far off and unknown, the
mystery and spell of the East which lures me in the books
I’ve read, the need of the freedom of great wide spaces,
the joy of wandering on and on — in quest of the secret
which is hidden over there, beyond the horizon?”
— Eugene O’Neill
O Gather Me The Rose
by William Ernest Henley
O gather me the rose, the rose,
While yet in flower we find it,
For summer smiles, but summer goes,
And winter waits behind it.
For with the dream foregone, foregone,
The deed foreborn forever,
The worm Regret will canker on,
And time will turn him never.
So were it well to love, my love,
And cheat of any laughter
The fate beneath us, and above,
The dark before and after.
The myrtle and the rose, the rose,
The sunshine and the swallow,
The dream that comes, the wish that goes
The memories that follow!