“Arise from sleep, old cat,
And with great yawns and stretchings…
Amble out for love”
― Kobayashi Issa
Photography
“When you take a flower in your hand and really look at it, it’s your world for the moment.
I want to give that world to someone else. Most people in the city rush around so,
they have no time to look at a flower. I want them to see it whether they want to or not.”
Georgia O’Keeffe
A Nation’s Strength
Walt Whitman
Not gold, but only man can make
A people great and strong;
Men who, for truth and honor’s sake,
Stand fast and suffer long.
Brave men who work while others sleep,
Who dare while others fly —
They build a nation’s pillars deep
And lift them to the sky
“We are part of nature. We are here to bloom like a flower-
to ornate the earth with beauty, love, joy, happiness, and care.” ― Debasish Mridha
“I think… that love encompasses the experience of the possible transition from the pure randomness of chance to a state that has universal value. Starting out from something that is simply an encounter, a trifle, you learn that you can experience the world on the basis of difference and not only in terms of identity. And you can even be tested and suffer in the process. In today’s world, it is generally thought that individuals only pursue their own self-interest. Love is an antidote to that. Provided it isn’t conceived only as an exchange of mutual favours, or isn’t calculated way in advance as a profitable investment, love really is a unique trust placed in chance. It takes us into key areas of the experience of what is difference and, essentially, leads to the idea that you can experience the world from the perspective of difference. In this respect it has universal implications: it is an individual experience of potential universality, and is thus central to philosophy, as Plato was the first to intuit.” ― Alain Badiou
“Partial culture runs to the ornate, extreme culture to simplicity.” — Christian Nestell Bovee
Love the animals, love the plants, love everything.
If you love everything, you will perceive the divine mystery in things.
Once you perceive it, you will begin to comprehend it better everyday.
And you will come to love the whole world with an all-embracing love.
— Fyodor Dostoyevsky
Human behavior flows from three main sources:
desire, emotion, and knowledge. — Plato
Hoarding
by Marina Gipps
Tomorrow I clean my room.
Ripped up papers-
A river someday where I might unearth
A new love, rediscovering a new poem.
A thought that abandoned me so long ago.
The folds and layers of this mess, my own undoing.
Thinking back to when I had less which was more.
Wanting less argument with myself.
The merits of nothing invisible to the naked eye.
My only mansion is a soul where fitful sleep awaits.
Oddly technicolor this dream of a wishful poverty.
Where the cupboards are bare. The porridge, long gone.
A perfect space where love finds me. Here.
Maverick Mist 