“It is your work in life that is the ultimate seduction.” — Pablo Picasso
Nature
“Green is the prime color of the world, and that from which its loveliness arises.”
Pedro Calderon de la Barca
They are not long, the days of wine and roses:
Out of a misty dream
Our path emerges for a while, then closes
Within a dream.
– Ernest Dowson
“To love beauty is to see light.” — Victor Hugo
O pure of heart! thou need’st not ask of me
What this strong music in the soul may be!
What, and wherein it doth exist,
This light, this glory, this fair luminous mist,
This beautiful and beauty-making power.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Let the rain kiss you
Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops
Let the rain sing you a lullaby
The rain makes still pools on the sidewalk
The rain makes running pools in the gutter
The rain plays a little sleep song on our roof at night
And I love the rain.
Langston Hughes
Before us great Death stands
Our fate held close within his quiet hands.
When with proud joy we lift Life’s red wine
To drink deep of the mystic shining cup
And ecstasy through all our being leaps—
Death bows his head and weeps.
Rainer Maria Rilke
As you can see from the windshield behind the hula girl on my dashboard it was a rainy day.
So I went to a butterfly exhibit…
Book and live butterfly on the lady at the conservatory door.
It was kind of like they were married.
There were butterflies flying around.
Some were just hanging out.
It turned out to be a good day to catch butterflies.
That’s a little bit of my Sunday. I’ll post more butterflies later in the week. Thanks for looking.
“A something in a summer’s Day
As slow her flambeaux burn away
Which solemnizes me.
A something in a summer’s noon —
A depth — an Azure — a perfume —
Transcending ecstasy.
And still within a summer’s night
A something so transporting bright
I clap my hands to see —
Then veil my too inspecting face
Lets such a subtle — shimmering grace
Flutter too far for me —
The wizard fingers never rest —
The purple brook within the breast
Still chafes it narrow bed —
Still rears the East her amber Flag —
Guides still the sun along the Crag
His Caravan of Red —
So looking on — the night — the morn
Conclude the wonder gay —
And I meet, coming thro’ the dews
Another summer’s Day!”
– Emily Dickinson
Maverick Mist 