Posted in: Flowers
Tagged: 10000 Maniacs
, Because of Our Wisdom
, Because the Night
, The Subject Tonight Is Love: 60 Wild and Sweet Poems of Hafiz
Because of Our Wisdom
“In many parts of this world water is
Scarce and precious.
People sometimes have to walk
A great distance
Then carry heavy jugs upon their
Because of our wisdom, we will travel
Far for love.
All movement is a sign of
Most speaking really says
“I am hungry to know you.”
Every desire of your body is holy;
Every desire of your body is
Why wait until you are dying
To discover that divine
― Hafiz, The Subject Tonight Is Love: 60 Wild and Sweet Poems of Hafiz
Beauty is truth’s smile when she beholds her own face in a perfect mirror. — Rabindranath Tagore
“If you love all things, you will also attain the divine mystery that is in all things. For then your ability to perceive the truth will grow every day, and your mind will open itself to an all-embracing love” — Fyodor Dostoyevsky
I do what I feel impelled to do, as an artist would. Scientists function in the same way. I see all these as creative activities, as all part of the process of discovery. Perhaps that’s one of the characteristics of what I call the evolvers, any subset of the population who keep things moving in a positive, creative, constructive way, revealing the truth and beauty that exists in life and in nature. Jonas Salk
Posted in: Flowers
Tagged: Albert Goldbarth
, London Grammar
, Purple orchid
“Then “love,” or “falling in love,” an extra density
textured into the weave of the days, a craziness,
an orchidaceous inter-dimensional blossoming
of the otherwise-linear creatures we were.”
— Albert Goldbarth
“It is in our idleness, in our dreams, that the submerged truth
sometimes makes its way to the surface.” ― Virginia Woolf
What makes a nation’s pillars high
And its foundations strong?
What makes it mighty to defy
The foes that round it throng?
It is not gold. Its kingdoms grand
Go down in battle shock;
Its shafts are laid on sinking sand,
Not on abiding rock.
Is it the sword? Ask the red dust
Of empires passed away;
The blood has turned their stones to rust,
Their glory to decay.
And is it pride? Ah, that bright crown
Has seemed to nations sweet;
But God has struck its luster down
In ashes at his feet.
Not gold but only men 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.
Ralph Waldo Emerson (1904)