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meet me in paradise ₊˚.༄
On the evening breeze, a lullaby, low and sweet // Part 1
foggy beach days are the best beach days ☁️
In soundless dreams // Part 6
Rothirsch - red deer - Cervus elaphus by Olaf Kerber
Dreams 1990 ‘夢’ Directed by Akira Kurosawa, Ishirô Honda
Bye and ✌ #motherearth love #starman #spacegeek #spaceanduniverseofficial #livefeed
Inner Child Love 💞
- Illustratum Paradoxon
-Illustratum Paradoxon
Forever Misunderstood.....and finally ok with that. 🖤 🙌🏼
Illustratum Paradoxon
Minus 24 degrees! It is not that I do not like winter; I love how the snow creates a cold, sheltering bed for the flowers and transforms familiar lands into an unknown world. I admire the fragile beauty of snowflakes and ice crystals…each one unique. I try to follow Mother Earth´s advice that this is a time of silence, profundity and introspection. But to be honest, when it is really cold I appreciate a nice tea, some candles and prefer to observe the winter wonderland from inside my cozy home.
Last night I decided to brave the cold and go out early in the morning to watch the sunrise. Well, the sunrise was hidden behind dense fog, but the scenery still was incredibly beautiful. I love the light in the early mornings, it somehow is a time between time and this morning it was even more special, I think because of the icy temperatures. The air was fresh and pure and the colours seemed to shine from the inside…sometimes it is difficult to find suitable words to honor the beauty of Nature.
"I wish it need not have happened in my time," said Frodo. "So do I," said Gandalf, "and so do all who live to see such times. But that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us.”
A delicate fabric of bird song Floats in the air, The smell of wet wild earth Is everywhere. Oh I must pass nothing by Without loving it much, The raindrop try with my lips, The grass with my touch; For how can I be sure I shall see again The world on the first of May Shining after the rain?
The seeker might aim to hide too, make sure the person you are waiting for is trustworthy if not there will be no one looking for you.
Out of the trees wild people stepped forth...
“Owl," said Rabbit shortly, "you and I have brains. The others have fluff. If there is any thinking to be done in this Forest--and when I say thinking I mean thinking--you and I must do it.”
There is an ancient conversation going on between mosses and rocks, poetry to be sure. About light and shadow and the drift of continents. This is what has been called the dialect of moss on stone - an interface of immensity and minute ness, of past and present, softness and hardness, stillness and vibrancy, yin and yang.