Debussy - Rêverie for piano, L 68 - Arranged for 2 guitars Guitars - Julian Bream and John Williams, from classicalliterature & arsvitaest.

Todd Hido, #1913, from melisaki

Todd Hido, #1913, from melisaki

Thomas Wrede : Dari King Drive In, 2007 from uncertaintimes via: ArtDaily

Thomas Wrede : Dari King Drive In, 2007 from uncertaintimes via: ArtDaily

Soon we will plunge into the cold darkness;
Farewell, vivid brightness of our too-short summers!
Charles Baudlaire “Chant d’Automne” (via amare-habeo)
Lola Mora, from yama-bato

Love Itself

The light came through the window now
straight from the sun above,
and so inside my little room
there plunged the rays of Love.

In streams of light I clearly saw
the dust you seldom see,
the dust the Nameless makes to speak
a Name for one like me.

And all mixed up with sunlight now
the flecks did float and dance
and I was tumbled up with them
in formless circumstance.

I’ll try to say a little more:
this Love went on and on
until it reached an open door -
Then Love itself was gone.

The self-same moment words were seen
from every window frame,
but there was nothing left between
the Nameless and the Name.

—Leonard Cohen, born today, September 21st, 1934

Thank you Memory Green.

The warning light that flares between desire and despair.
Leonard Cohen, defining his term “Blue Alert”. (via whokilled)

(via whokilled-deactivated20111207)

Can anyone source this? It looks like something from an old National Geographic. It’s absolutely stunning. From the little sea and illuminate the world.
Thank you for sleuthing Uncertain Times. It is from National Geographic.

Can anyone source this? It looks like something from an old National Geographic. It’s absolutely stunning. From the little sea and illuminate the world.

Thank you for sleuthing Uncertain Times. It is from National Geographic.

Learning how to be still, to really be still and let life happen - that stillness becomes a radiance.
Morgan Freeman, from Daily Good.org
Above Cold Mountain the moon shines alone
in a clear sky it illuminates nothing at all
precious heavenly priceless jewel
buried in the skandhas submerged in the body
Han Shan (730?-850?), from The Collected Songs of Cold Mountain, translated by Red Pine (Bill Porter) (from sharanam)