They find countless mysterious ways

They find countless mysterious ways

Ambrogio Alciati, 1914

“Separated lovers cheat absence by a thousand fancies which have their own reality.

They are prevented from seeing one another and they cannot write;

nevertheless they find countless mysterious ways of corresponding,

by sending each other the song of birds,

Frances MacDonald MacNair 1893

the scent of flowers,

the laughter of children,

the light of the sun,

the sighing of the wind,

Frederick Walker, 1871

and the gleam of the stars – all the beauties of creation.”

Edward Okun
Edward Okun (1872 – 1945) self-portrait with Butterfly

– Victor Hugo

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Another world is not only possible, she is on her way

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To love. To be loved. To never forget your own insignificance. To never get used to the unspeakable violence and the vulgar disparity of life around you. To seek joy in the saddest places. To pursue beauty to its lair. To never simplify what is complicated or complicate what is simple. To respect strength, never power.
Above all, to watch. To try and understand. To never look away. And never, never, to forget… another world is not only possible, she is on her way.
On a quiet day, I can hear her breathing.
–  Arundhati Roy
image: Igor Maikov 1966

Everything is flowing – like blood in Nature’s warm heart

“Everything is flowing — going somewhere, animals and so-called lifeless rocks as well as water. Thus the snow flows fast or slow in grand beauty-making glaciers and avalanches; the air in majestic floods carrying minerals, plant leaves, seeds, spores, with streams of music and fragrance; water streams carrying rocks… While the stars go streaming through space pulsed on and on forever like blood…in Nature’s warm heart.” – John Muir

Konstantin Bogaevsky

image: Konstantin Bogaevsky

Perhaps a singing bird will come

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I thought this Aubrey Beardsley design (which is in the public domain, so can be used for free) was the perfect image to accompany an old Chinese proverb: “Keep a green tree in your heart and perhaps a singing bird will come.”

To me, this means never give up hope, because good things will come if your heart is open to life, learning, nature and beauty.

This is also another of the little magnets I’ve made on Zazzle

My Zazzle items for Quotes and Inspiration

I Found You Among Noble Things

Readers

Alba

 (‘Infinite things desired, lofty visions’)

I found you among noble things,

I knew you among true spaces,

you come bringing the world’s depths,

hold in your hands the mind’s future.

You were not meant for dull being,

and I long to sweep away,

all this time, and all this silence,

find you again among noble things.

A. S. Kline © 2006 All Rights Reserved

 

The Irresistible Beauty of All Things

River by Justyna Kopania

River by Justyna Kopania (link: http://studiounderthemoon.webs.com/)

“But the poet who wants to break free from the imagination, and not merely live on the images produced by real objects, stops dreaming and starts to desire. Then, when the limits of his imagination become unbearable and he wants to free himself from his enemy – the world – he passes from desire to love. He goes from imagination, which is a fact of the soul, to inspiration, which is a state of the soul. He goes from analysis to faith, and the poet, previously an explorer, is now a humble man who bears on his shoulders the irresistible beauty of all things.

Imagination assaults the theme furiously from all sides, but inspiration receives it suddenly and wraps it in subtle, pulsing light, like those huge carnivorous flowers that envelop the trembling bee and dissolve it in the acrid juice exuded by its merciless petals.

Imagination is intelligent, orderly, full of equilibrium, but inspiration is sometimes incongruent – it does not recognize man, and often it places a livid worm in the clear eyes of our muse. Just because it wants to, without offering an explanation. Imagination creates a poetic atmosphere, and inspiration invents the “poetic fact.”

Just as poetical imagination has a human logic, poetic inspiration has a poetic one. Acquired technique and aesthetic postulates are no longer of any use. And just as imagination is a discovery, inspiration is a gift, an ineffable gift. It was Juan Larrea who said, “This, which comes to me because of my innocence.”

The mission of the poet is just that – to give life (animar), in the exact sense of the word: to give soul. Because I am a true poet, and will remain so until my death, I will never stop flagellating myself with the disciplines, and never give up hope that someday my body will run with green or yellow blood. Anything is better than to remain seated in the window looking out on the same landscape. The light of any poet is contradiction. I haven’t tried to force my position on anyone – that would be unworthy of poetry. Poetry doesn’t need skilled practitioners, she needs lovers, and she lays down brambles and shards of glass for the hands that search for her with love.”

– Federico Garcia Lorca

http://laingsociety.org/colloquia/artliterature/irrestiblebeauty.htm

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Wallace Smith