Where The Mind Is Without Fear

Large Blue (Maculinea arion)

Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high
Where knowledge is free
Where the world has not been broken up into fragments
By narrow domestic walls
Where words come out from the depth of truth
Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection
Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way
Into the dreary desert sand of dead habit
Where the mind is led forward by thee
Into ever-widening thought and action
Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake

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Celebrate Summer

Summer Time...(Explore....12/4/15)

There is no turning back
We must walk through the fragrant meadow
Wildflowers wave in rainbows
As the wind softly stirs

Behind is the chill of winter
Gray and bare
Leafless trees shivering
Melting now gives way
To emerging spring’s light days

Ah spring we wave a hasty goodbye
For we must run to embrace summer
Laughter of children and the wind
Dare we to separate them now?

Even the bird’s song is more melodious
Butterflies abundant and light
Flitting from flower to flower
And oh those spectacular nights!
A celebration of stars dotting the sky

Fragrant potpourri of flowers
Every artist’s dream
Bursting like fireworks
Oh what splendor is seen

The sea
The sand
The air
The trees
What joy there is
In every breeze

We must inhale every moment
Savor the beauty
If you please
A feast for our eyes
Catch the summer
Ah, it is a tease!

Photography Credit
Gary Neave
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Peace and Harmony

Summer time

I heard a sigh
Deep, forlorn
Looked around
No one was to be found;

I heard a voice
Full of anger and doubt
Again I looked
No one was about;

I felt a tear
Upon my face
Suddenly I was aware
Of what had taken place;
Unaware of what I’d become
Attached to myself
Apart from anyone

Twas then I heard a
As clear as can be;
You are my special child
Look to Me always
For peace;
Look beyond yourself always
For harmony

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lotus flower surreal series - DD0A1871-2-1000

Words point at the Truth
Just as you can point
With your finger to the moon

But just as your finger
IS not the moon
Words ARE not the Truth

And just as we can see the moon
Without your finger
It is possible to see the Truth
Without words

It’s good to be guided by the words
To find the Truth
But without silence
Without reflection
Without connection to your soul
Any word will be in vain.

The words are there for us,
Let us see them with our soul.

Photography Credit
Bahman Farzad
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The Song Of The Bees

European Honey Bee Touching Down

I was sitting in a long and lazy chair
Enjoying the afternoon’s heat
With a breeze of lovely fresh air
And a book, a wonderful read

When out of the high branches of the trees
On my shoulder landed a swarm of bees
One of them climbed up near to my ear
What she whispered was amazing to hear;

“You know my human friend, we bees are quite wise
We like to work and make some honey, so nice
We visit the flowers every day of our life
No way we just sit and relax in our hive”

I thought that was a great message of the little bee
I thanked her for sharing her wisdom with me
She smiled and crawled back to my shoulder
Another one came up who looked a little bit older:

“Did you know my lovely, human brother
We bees care very much for one another
If one little bee hurts, no matter young or old
She is never left alone” was what I was told.

I was excited for all this wisdom to hear
From a group of little bees, so close to my ear
But this was not yet where it would end
Because up came another bee-ish friend:

“My kind human companion, did you know
Every day, every bee will make a bow
For we always thank our Creator so great
For every flower and all that He has made”

I was amazed to hear all this, more than a bit
These bees were so wise, no doubt about it
I wanted to hear so much more of my bee-bee friends
But soon they flew away and that’s where the story ends.

Photography Credit
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Popped rainbow

Why not have a very special dream

A daydream
In which you can do anything
lets fly into hot sunbeams
follow the heavenly path high up
over the appearing rainbow
look down at houses in a neat row
hear the churches bells ring
as well as childrens voices sing

A daydream
In which we could be all equal
Some sort of earthly paradise
Where sun eternally rises
Warming up the entire humanity
People caring and full of charity
Dancing and music daily occupation
What a magnificient intonation

A daydream
In which you can go anywhere
Places where everybody cares
Never alone and unhappy again
Moods tremendeously serene
Don’t ever stop to dream
like savouring a tasty smoothy cream
but nevertheless remember ……..it’s just a very special daydream

Photography Credit
Steve Braund
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The Golden Key

Key to the sun

One day, I want to melt all gold on earth
And make a wonderful key with it all
This special key of incredible worth
Will be fit to unlock your heart and soul
The remote buttons will work like a smile
Like a lawine of sweet and loving words
I will turn that key with a manly style
And happy thoughts will fly to you as birds
A simple turn of the sweet golden key
Just like a wonder, magic fun and true
Will cause, for everyone to hear and see
A wave of peace and happiness in you
Let’s dream of a universe filled with love
And all may get a key from High Above

Photography Credit
Alex Koh
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