“The place to improve the world is first in one’s own heart
and head and hands, and then work outward from there.”
― Robert M. Pirsig, Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance: An Inquiry Into Values
Photography
Blake
Jorge Luis Borges
Where will the rose in your hand exist
that lavishes, without knowing, intimate gifts?
Not in colour, because the flower is blind,
nor in the sweet inexhaustible fragrance,
nor in the weight of the petal. Those things
are sparse and remote echoes.
The real rose is more elusive.
Perhaps a pillar or a battle
or a firmament of angels, or an infinite
world, secret and necessary,
or the joy of a god we will not see
or a silver planet in another sky
or a terrible archetype lacking
the form of the rose.
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Il silenzio di un bacio vale piu di mille parole.
The silence of a kiss is worth more than 1000 words.
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“Taking pictures is savoring life intensely, every hundredth of a second.” Marc Riboud
Monochrome Madness will be posted later today for your viewing pleasure on Leanne Cole’s blog.
If you would like to participate and submit a photo in the upcoming weeks, please email your monochrome image to leanne@leannecole.com.au and include a link to your blog or website if you have one. It doesn’t have to be WordPress blogger, it can be a Facebook page, a Flickr page, etc. Include your name or your blog name. The image size should be low resolution, so the largest size should be 1000 pixels or less. The deadline for submission is before 6 p.m. on or before Tuesday, Melbourne Australia time. The earlier the better for Leanne. If you should miss the deadline your photograph will be posted the following week. The complete instructions are posted on Leanne’s blog should you have any questions or need help. The first MM of every month will have a theme. Next week the June theme will be “water”. There will be two galleries during the theme week, one for the theme and one like there normally is for those that may choose not to do a theme. ✽
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〖* Mortui vivos docent *〗 “Are they dead that yet speak louder than we can speak, and a
more universal language? Are they dead that yet act? Are they dead that yet move upon society
and inspire the people with nobler motives and more heroic patriotism?” – Henry Ward Beecher
A Rose and Milton
From the generations of roses
That are lost in the depths of time
I want one saved from oblivion,
One spotless rose, of all things
That ever were. Fate permits me
The gift of choosing for once
That silent flower, the last rose
That Milton held before him,
Unseen. O vermilion, or yellow
Or white rose of a ruined garden,
Your past still magically remains
Forever shines in these verses,
Gold, blood, ivory or shadow
As if in his hands, invisible rose.
Jorge Luis Borges
“The earth has disappeared beneath my feet,
It fled from all my ecstasy,
Now like a singing air creature
I feel the Rose
Keep opening.”
Hafiz
“My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away. For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone. The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land.” — Song of Songs
Vivi con passione ~ Ridi di cuore ~ Ama profondamente
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Live with passion ~ Laugh out loud ~ Love deeply
Maverick Mist 