Castles in the air

Ghost

Mirage

Shadow

Apparition

Presence

Contemplation

"…aesthetic pleasure in the beautiful consists, to a large extent, in the fact that, when we enter the state of pure contemplation, we are raised for the moment above all willing, above all desires and cares; we are, so to speak, rid of ourselves."

A. Schopenhauer.

 

La Voce della Luna

                                       

Some Days are Simply

Beautiful

Amazing

Bountiful

Dazzling

Blissful

Thrilling

 

Thank You.


 

P E A C E

Signum Pacis Amor

Orchis : A Limited collection of Gaïa's Amazing Jewels.

orchis x loreziana

platanthera bifolia

orchis simia

orchis mascula

orchis ustulata

orchis x penzigiana

orchis purpurea  

ophrys sphecodes

himantoglossum hircinum

himantoglossum robertianum

platanthera bifolia

orchis pyramidalis

orchis provincialis

Still standing

Amid the storms and the tourments

Alone yet not lonely

When everything could just collapse

When most people are going mad

Keep your head up

And start rowing

It only takes one

To make a change

 

Hide & Seek with Tiboo

Whatever you are trying to do, 

Cats often get an idea of what you should be doing instead.

And more often than not, they know exactly 

What a good day should be about:

Playing hard, dreaming high, having fun, 
Laughing Out Loud... 

Music

Sometimes you hear music
Echoing through your thoughts
You hum you sing

Your body moves evenly and smoothly

Almost imperceptibly
Like a palm tree swaying in the tropical heat

Then one day you realize the music
Comes from as far away as deep inside
Loud and crystal clear
New words announce themselves unbidden
Your body is taking shape gradually
Like a fruit it ripens
Till it becomes the perfect vessel
For your soul to expand

You are becoming you
Awakening to your real skills 
To your real goals

Singing and dancing like old times

Like nobody is watching

Like nobody is listening

Because there is nothing to hide

Because there is nothing to repress

 

As light as a feather

Là...

Ombres et Lumière...

  

Au crépuscule, au ras du sol,

Quelques herbes assez folles,

Pour se prendre au jeu des ombres

Et puis au loin, alors que la terre

Lui tourne bientôt le dos,

Boule incandescente de lumière dorée,

Ra inonde de son or mon regard.

Et vous qu'y voyez- vous ? 

Chalice

   

Grail

Receptacle

Cauldron 

Alcove

Matrix  

Vessel

Womb