Extraordinary evening

Magnificent manifestations
Incomparable intellectual intercourse

Hearts humming together in tune
Souls singing significant songs

This is where we belong
---->Unified<----
Smiles signal our openness
Hugs and kisses are bountiful

The good vibrations creating
Champagne showers

Moments of mysticism
Sobhet, so to say.

A sharing of spirit
Everything happens for a reason…

This is our season,
Shine, baby, shine.

hookah honey

Quatrain by Rumi

Tonight is the night.

It's the creation of that land of eternity.

It's not an ordinary night,

it's a wedding of those who seek Love.

Tonight, the bride and groom speak in one tongue.

Tonight, the bridal chamber

is looking particularly bright.

Life is like a box of turtles...

morikami greens

this is not a scrapbook,

this is my sparkling shrapnel.

a quest for clarification,

this new collage

of morikami greens

and lizard queens.

vina the reflection of mother gaia.

dream cycles,

seeking salvation -

equivocation of peace; sanctity.

equal opportunity

in discovering what defines bountiful beauty.

Morikami Japanese Gardens

With mother-in-love here for the weekend, we visited the Morikami Museum:

Baraka

It's hard to even form words about it.

lovely layout of our apartment...

What will you do?

http://www.countercurrents.org/cc-santos120107.htm

my wheels are spinnin'

You can only go as fast as the slowest car in front of you...

Yes, this is my ride. Or, as Nova calls it, the Yellow Car.

We even made a little ditty about it...

"We're ridin' in the yellow car

yellow car

yellow car

We're ridin' in the yellow car

Yippee! yellow car!"

in the middle of Dreams...

i go to sleep,

and then i Wake Up.

amusing Self

Poesie

http://pods.zaadz.com/poesie

Elvanore...oh Elvanore.......

Saki

This is the kitty I had my heart set on, Saki, but he was already adopted by the time I inquired about him. So sad...

Another kitty will come along, I'm sure...

I will name him Kashmir. Kashi for short.

here, kitty kashi...

An Artistic Journey through St. Augustine, FL

e.e., blessings

e.e.cummings &, N, &: SEVEN POEMS, VII
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who knows if the moon's
a balloon,coming out of a keen city
in the sky--filled with pretty people?
(and if you and i should

get into it,if they
should take me and take you into their balloon,
why then
we'd go up higher with all the pretty people

than houses and steeples and clouds:
go sailing
away and away sailing into a keen
city which nobody's ever visited,where

always
it's
Spring)and everyone's
in love and flowers pick themselves

Rubaiyat

Found a 1952 Edition of Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam: As translated by Edward Fitzgerald. It has a quite stunning hardback cover. They don't make them like this anymore, you know?

Art at Work

I just can't help
my Self, I see Post-Its and say: "What can I Create?"