Sage advice awaits amidst the amorous atmosphere surrounding the stone-grown glory,
which flows amongst the mountainous splendor of well-worn wonders wandering hither and thither quite freely.
A river deep and wide runs through the atmosphere to remind us how life continues to flow,
and even though it will always remain the river,
the water that runs by is forever changing and constantly rearranging old familiar tides.
On that special day, when 1 candle stood for 58
Photographs by Lu Scarlett
Yesterday, an old thought returned; a thought birthed from the far-sighted thoughts of Hermann Hesse.
Oh, yes, we do long for permanence. Who doesn’t wish to be remembered 2000 years from now, in 4016?
Looks weird, doesn’t it? Add 10,000: 12,016 — more like a number used to count inventory, not years; not human years anyway, nor an ape’s.
So, I ask myself: What is the goal of humanity, if we cannot make a permanent dent on the reality of a physical universe? Or, perhaps, does our existence reflect the fact that we are currently the living result of a permanent dent; an impregnated bulge, which pulses time away into the God-thought of Infinity?
Asks Uncle Tree…
Pray for well being
Spinning pennies splash for luck
Smile when floating
Now, heads up face me
Hoped not to land on my tail
One side to many
Like castles in the sand
we stand up and we fall down
we get stuck in ruts
and buried under our own weight
In sifts and shifts and fits
we imagine ourselves anew
and one grain at a time
we build ourselves up again
Some folks wait for that one special moment
which makes their whole life worth living,
but we are of the type, who live Life to the fullest.
Those magical moments wait on us to bring them to life.
Which ones shall we awaken?