Depth of the Soul

Mourners,

The ones who sit in corners,

The punished,

The Famished,

The killers,

and the one billion billers,

You have a soul,

Though you may receive your coal,

You aren’t just a brain,

It you are old, you’re not just a cane,

See aside from that,

And you will get past that imaginary blindness,

And you’ll see,

The depth of your soul,

Whether you are good,

Or bad,

Or the truth…

A Poem by Daniella Simon

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Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am in a thousand winds that blow,
I am the softly falling snow.
I am the gentle showers of rain,
I am the fields of ripening grain.
I am in the morning hush,
I am in the graceful rush
Of beautiful birds in circling flight,
I am the starshine of the night.
I am in the flowers that bloom,
I am in a quiet room.
I am in the birds that sing,
I am in each lovely thing.
Do not stand at my grave bereft
I am not there. I have not left.

Written in 1932 by Mary Elizabeth Frye

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African Rose

The Fragrance of the Rose

The disciples were absorbed in a discussion of Lao-tzu’s dictum:

“Those who know, do not say;
Those who say, do not know.”

When the master entered,
they asked him what the words meant.

Said the master, “Which of you knows the fragrance of a rose?”
All of them indicated that they knew.
Then he said, “Put it into words.”
All of them were silent.

For more images click on the photo to my Flickr Photostream.

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Photograph taken from my window on the evening of the big northeastern storm.

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Life is transparent, warm and swirls randomly like a soft light. And it constantly changes…
Life illuminates itself and then it begins to illuminates a new life.
A sprouted mass of innumerable lights become a flow before long, and then become the part of the life-throb of ages.
That ties life, this moment now.

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Rainbow on the Hudson

Be thou the rainbow in the storms of life. The evening beam that smiles the clouds away, and tints tomorrow with prophetic ray.

-Lord Byron

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