As the night falls, the moon shyly rises from the east casting a spell upon earthly gardens.
I'm a very open-minded person who likes to have fun and enjoy all aspects of life, from Darkness to Light. I believe strongly in honesty and in being yourself no matter what. I love the Moon, Partyin', Audrey Hepburn, Surrealism, bats, elephants, exploring world religions, (Hinduism, Buddhism & Paganism especially,) finding new Music and Art, and the simple things like trees and lingering glances and WoRdS. I love Beauty, I love ARt,I love everything that is real and everything pretend that comes from THAT emotion.
He who joyfully marches to music in rank and file has already earned my contempt. He has been given a large brain by mistake, since for him the spinal cord would fully suffice. This disgrace to civilization should be done away with at once. Heroism at command, senseless brutality, deplorable love-of-country stance, how violently I hate all this, how despicable and ignoble war is; I would rather be torn to shreds than be a part of so base an action! It is my conviction that killing under the cloak of war is nothing but an act of murder.
— Albert Einstein
Today is what you have to work with. Today is when you can actually give life to your dreams.Today you can put those things you've been meaning to do into real, effective, fulfilling action. Today you will experience how good it is to go beyond merely planning, dreaming and intending, and to bring those beautiful plans to life.
As soon as the idea of the flood had subsided, A hare stopped in the clover and the swinging flower bells, and said its Prayer through the spider's web to the rainbow. The precious stones were hiding, and already the flowers were beginning to look up. The butchers' blocks rose in the dirty main street, and boats were Hauled down to the sea, piled high as in pictures. Blood flowed in Bluebeard's house, in the slaughterhouses, in the circuses, where the seal of God whitened the windows. Blood and milk flowed. Beavers set about building. Coffee urns let out smoke in the bars. In the large house with windows still wet, children in mourning looked at exciting pictures. A door slammed. On the village square the child swung his arms around,And was understood by the weather vanes and the steeple cocks everywhere,under the pelting rain. Madame X installed a piano in the Alps. Mass and first communions were celebrated at the hundred thousand altars of the cathedral. The caravans departed. And the Hotel Splendide was built in the chaos of ice and polar night. Since then, the Moon has heard jackals yelping in the thyme deserts, and eclogues in wooden shoes growling in the orchard. Finally, in the violet budding grove, Eucharis told me spring was here.- Gush forth, waters of the pond. Foam, pour over the bridge and over the woods. Black shrouds and organs, lighting and thunder, rise up and spread everywhere. Waters and sorrows, rise up and bring back the Floods. For ever since they have gone - oh! The precious stones buried and the opened flowers!- we have been bored! The Queen, the witch lighting her coal in the earthen pot, will never tell us what she knows and what we shall never know.
~Yves Tanguy
"Blood Will Tell" by Rene Magritte
I have lived on the lip of insanity, wanting to know reasons, knocking on a door. It opens. I've been knocking from the inside!
*Sufi Mystic - Jelaluddin Rumi - 13th century
My name is Mylisa, as in Melissa.
Mylisa means, "Honey Bee" in Greek ~ Sweet, but can STING;]
"Black sheep goes to HIVELAND" by Yukester
"There is not one glance that does not hide a secret, a story one that is not an answer, an appeal, an explanation. Glances so clear & pure, their depths muddied with stains & streaks: human algae and detritus. Bulging, blue-green and gummy eyes, voiceless glances, others illuminated, glances that know how to hate and scorn, loving and confiding glances, glances that reveal one goal, one wish,
glances veiled in blood
by desire."...
Colette Laure Lucienne Peignot
~French Poets
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M.C. Escher
'A little Night Music,
*Dorothea Tanning*
Then as now the decibels of nature can crush an artist's brain. I have seen it happen. So I lock the door and paint interiors. Great events. A white and dark picture would muffle the red world outside. Big bare rooms with white frozen figures, like Sodom and Gomorrah. There is opalescent light and velvet dark. Isn't that the artist's best joy, to control light? To rival the sun and moon, to turn their logic upside down with brushes and paint and monstrous egos? I am here.
~Dorothea Tanning / Birthday
Your love is... by ChibiMarronchan
Your name is...
Your kiss is... erotic
Your hugs are... gentle
Your eyes... twinkle in the moonlight
Your touch is... irresistable
Your smell is... refreshing
Your smile is... encouraging
Your love is... one of a kind
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The word "om" is actually an ancient symbol with an indefinite meaning. It is often described as encompassing all potentialities and possibilities, and the moment when petty affairs are set aside for more universal motivations.
"The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and all science. He to whom this emotion is a stranger, who can no longer pause to wonder and stand rapt in awe, is as good as dead: his eyes are closed."-- Albert Einstein
Return from Sky by Shiori Matsumoto