I Will Not Be Another Flower Picked For My Beauty And Left To Die. I Will Be Wild, Difficult To Find,
I will not be another flower picked for my beauty and left to die. I will be wild, difficult to find, and impossible to forget.
Erin Van Vuren
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Day by day I float my paper boats one by one down the running stream.
[...]
When night comes I bury my face in my arms and dream that my paper boats float on and on under the midnight stars.
Sir Rabindranath Tagore
(1861- 1941)
Settled...
Go and open the door.
Maybe outside there’s
a tree, or a wood,
a garden,
or a magic city.
Go and open the door.
If there’s a fog
it will clear.
Until the fingers of a master entice
A prettier music, thus mist and dreams
Play around us, until the beloved returns,
And charges us with life and spirit.
Friedrich Holderlin
"...and a perfectly adjusted organism would be silent." A Passage to India, E.M. Forster
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___my wanderings through Kerala, Rajasthan and Gujarat___ all photographs taken by me
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