“It is the hour to rend thy chains,
The blossom time of souls.”
Katherine Lee Bates
Flowers
“For him it was a dark passage which led to nowhere, then to nowhere, then again to nowhere, once again to nowhere, always and forever to nowhere, heavy on the elbows in the earth to nowhere, dark, never any end to nowhere, hung on all time always to unknowing nowhere, this time and again for always to nowhere, now not to be borne once again always and to nowhere, now beyond all bearing up, up, up and into nowhere, suddenly, scaldingly, holdingly all nowhere gone and time absolutely still and they were both there, time having stopped and he felt the earth move out and away from under them.” ― Ernest Hemingway, For Whom the Bell Tolls
“A lovely nook of forest scenery, or a grand rock, like a beautiful woman,
depends for much of its attractiveness upon the attendance sense of freedom
from whatever is low; upon a sense of purity and of romance.” — P. T. Barnum
“We all have our own life to pursue, our own kind of dream to be weaving,
and we all have the power to make wishes come true, as long as we keep believing.”
— Louisa May Alcott
“The silence of a flower: a kind of silence which we continually evade,
of which we find only the shadow in dreams.” — Lewis Thompson
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‘Beauty is truth, truth beauty,’ – that is all ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.
— John Keats
“Chaque fleur est une âme en fleurs dans la nature.”
“Every flower is a soul blossoming in nature.”
— Gerard De Nerval
The garden of love is green without limit and yields many fruits other than sorrow or joy.
Love is beyond either condition: without spring, without autumn, it is always fresh. — Rumi
My Star
by Marina Gipps
My lucky star,
a gaseous crumb of Andromeda
online birthday purchase,
my star,
a little crumb
not worthy of
mythology
light years old,
my star,
out of momentum,
plotted wish
dissipating into gazing
history,
my star,
imploding path
on a dark sky,
wishing upwards
upon nothing
to the naked eye
nor soul, choreographing
a brighter vortex,
my star,
to shine alone
as stargazing
undertakers
hustle
into a crowded
planetarium
of lunacy
knowing no one
is far from
the planet of sleep.
Winter is now officially over as we cross the threshold into the new Spring. Today is also Ms. Gipps birthday and if you could be so generous and kind as to like her Facebook page I'm sure Marina would appreciate the birthday gift of your like. To "like" Marina's FB page click here. ƸӜƷ Thank you!
And Spring arose on the garden fair,
Like the Spirit of Love felt everywhere;
And each flower and herb on Earth’s dark breast
rose from the dreams of its wintry rest.
~Percy Bysshe Shelley
“I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.”
– William Wordsworth
Maverick Mist 