likeafieldmouse:

Cui Fei - Read by Touch (2005-6) - Thorns on rice paper








































likeafieldmouse:

Cui Fei - Manuscript of Nature V (2002)








































Everybody is a genius. But if you judge a fish by its ability to climb a tree, it will live its whole life believing that it is stupid.
Albert Einstein







































It is for freedom that Christ has set us free. Stand firm, then, and do not let yourselves be burdened again by a yoke of slavery.
Galatians 5:1 (NIV)







































How can we pray to thee, thou holy and hidden God whose ways are not our ways, who reignest in awful mystery beyond the realm of space and time? Yet how can we not pray to thee, Heavenly Father, who knowest what it is to be a man because thou hast walked among us as a man, breaking with us the bread of our affliction and drinking deep of the cup of our despair? How can we not pray to thee when it is thy very Spirit alive within us that moves our lips in prayer?

Hear, O God, the prayers of all thy children everywhere: for forgiveness and healing, for courage, for faith; prayers for the needs of others; prayers for peace among the desperate nations. Whether thou givest or witholdest what we ask, whether thou answerest us in words that burn like fire or in silence that burns like fire, increase in us the knowledge that thou art always more near to us than breathing, that thy will for us is love.

And deep beneath all our asking, so deep beneath that we are all but deaf to it ourselves, hear, O God, the secret song of every human heart praising thee for being what thou art, rejoicing with the morning stars that thou art our God and we thy children. Make strong and wild this secret song within until it bursts forth at last to thy glory and our saving. Through Jesus Christ our Lord.

Amen

— Frederick Buechner, from The Hungering Dark








































Main Theme from Ladies of Lavender.

Joshua Bell with the Royal Philharmonic Orchestra.
Composed by Nigel Hess.








































My Dream

This is my dream, 
It is my own dream, 
I dreamt it. 
I dreamt that my hair was kempt. 
Then I dreamt that my true love unkempt it.

by Ogden Nash

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somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond

by E. E. Cummings

somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond
any experience,your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot tough because they are too near

your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skillfully,mysteriously)her first rose

or if your wish be to close me,i and
my life will shut very beautifully,suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;

nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility:whose texture
compels me with the colour of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing

(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens;only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands








































reginasworld:

JUMP

reginasworld:

JUMP

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Perhaps one day you touch the young branch
of something beautiful. & it grows & grows
despite your birthdays & the death certificate,
& it one day shades the heads of something beautiful
or makes itself useful to the nest. Walk out
of your house, then, believing in this.
Nothing else matters.
Aracelis Girmay, “Elegy” from Kingdom Animalia (BOA Editions Ltd., 2011)

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The only thing I know is this: I am full of wounds and still standing on my feet.
 Nikos Kazantzakis (via precioushorrors)

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aneleh:

Elliott Erwitt, Santa Monica, California, 1955

aneleh:

Elliott Erwitt, Santa Monica, California, 1955








































inkwings:

Su Blackwell

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Stay calm.

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I’m not willing to live
Blinded by another lover
who leads me on
'Cause they know just how to give
Just enough to get what they want
And then they’re gone

Well I’ve been there and done that before
But this time I’m going through another door
Give me something real now
That I can feel now
Hit me with a love that won’t let go
If you’re gonna choose me don’t refuse me
Baby show me what you’ve got
and give me something real.

True love has no disguise
You shouldn’t have to make your feelings a mystery
There’s no room for surprise
Not inside a heart that’s aching for honesty
'Cause I've followed illusions before
But daydreams don’t do it for me anymore


Give me something real now
That I can feel now
Hit me with a love that won’t let go
If you’re gonna choose me don’t refuse me
Baby, show me what you got
and give me something real
we can share a feeling so rare
Let’s make a love of our own

What’s past is past
so let’s make this last
Show me what I’ve never known

Give me something real now
That I can feel now
Hit me with a love that won’t let go
If you’re gonna choose me don’t refuse me.

Baby, show me what you’ve got and
give me something real




Give Me Something Real by Clark Anderson, from Living Out Loud