Some days I think this thing might be a green chorus of voices
joined in a silent medley of anguish you can almost see. Every week there’s more. Or is it somehow on the verge of rejoicing?
Some days the plant is an ideal audience, or sentry, listening in all directions for even the smallest hint of truth, or relief. I know it suffers more than a little too much water sometimes, not enough at others, but the brown scaly patches are symptomatic of nothing more than maturity.
Despite the uncertainty,another pair of pale and shiny ears, or mouths, has sprouted lately. Some days the plant is the perfect gossip, some days, an arthritic penitent with nothing to confess but swollen with the need for discussing it anyway.
Some days this guardian at the window whispering instructions to itself just waits, succulent and tender as the idea of an undeclared lover.
by Timothy Russell
“I was always yours to have. You were always mine. We have loved each other in and out of time.”
– Maya Angelou, In And Out Of Time
Look ahead. You are not expected to complete the task. Neither are you permitted to lay it down
— The Talmud
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“In your light I learn how to love. In your beauty, how to make poems. You dance inside my chest where no-one sees you, but sometimes I do, and that sight becomes this art.” – Rumi
For any of those who have been sexually assaulted, know that it wasn’t your fault. Know that there are many people who have been through the same situation, and that there is no shame in being a victim. Know that the attack doesn’t define you. The only way we can make a difference is to speak up, and thanks to the “Me Too” campaign, light is finally being shed on the subject many want to overlook.
That to have the eyes of an artist, That can be enough, The ear of a poet, That can be enough. The soul of a human just pointed in the direction of the divine, that can be more than enough. I tell you this to remind myself. Every gesture is an act of creation. Even empty spaces and silence can be the wings and voices of angels.
by Michele Linfante
Second Life® Landscape
Beautiful sims created by various artisan throughout Second Life®
Can we rise to ourselves and see what is in the nature of the soul to see – that we exist on this common ground together?
"It must have philosophy, botany, artistry, human quality behind it to be a bonsai." Who you are and what you have learned, those things you are steeped in, immersed in, come to bear on the work, the tree itself.
“It is not going too far then to claim that when you pray, you are breathing some of the light of your own soul back into your body. This is a lovely idea – nourishing yourself from your own soul-light and through the rhythm of your breath.”