Let yourself be more wild than silenced. Always, always.
A seemingly magical process of transformation, creation or combination
Grace and Gravity
But you made it here.
By grace you made it here.
Morgan Harper Nichols
“At the still point of the turning world. Neither flesh nor fleshless; Neither from nor towards; at the still point, there the dance is, But neither arrest nor movement. And do not call it fixity, Where past and future are gathered. Neither movement from nor towards, Neither ascent nor decline. Except for the point, the still point, There would be no dance, and there is only the dance.
I can only say, there we have been : but I cannot say where. And I cannot say how long, for that is to place it in time. The inner freedom from the practical desire, The release from action and suffering, release from the inner and the outer compulsion, yet surrounded by a grace of sense, a white light still and moving, without motion, concentration without elimination, both a new world and the old made explicit.
Time past and time future allow but a little consciousness. To be conscious is not to be in time, but only in time can the moment [ ] be remembered, only through time, time is conquered
Daughter of Zion
The Lord says : ‘Arise and thresh, O daughter of Zion, for I will make thine horn iron and thy hoof bronze'
What in me is dark, illumine
Say my name
and every color illuminates
Your body hears everything your mind says.
A chronicle of natural
‘domus amica, domus optima’
home sweet home
(adj) having wings
You call me out upon the waters The great unknown where feet may fail And there I find You in the mystery In oceans deep My faith will stand
And she was like the moon
so lonely, so full of imperfections.
But just like the moon
she shone in times of darkness.
Water and Wild
‘in the empty immensity of earth, sky, and water, there she was ...”
Joseph Conrad, Heart of Darkness
The roots of my family tree sank deep into the soil of Africa, and for three generations, Africa was home to us. .... It was here that the seeds of my family tree fell, blown by the icy winds of European winters and the urge that drives people into the unknown in search of the light missing in their lives. Our lives were bathed in that light