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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Symbolism of the Rose

To the fabulous four! I just love this post about the symbolism of the rose with all the beautiful poetry and all the lovely images to go with it. I would like to share it with my readers. Thank you! Wishing you a great weekend! Hugs! Veraiconica

The World according to Dina

Even Bookfayries need a holiday. So we happily let our dear Master write about the symbolism of the rose, as he knows much more about symbolism as we do.

Auch Buchfeen benötigen Ferien! Also haben wir heute unserem Masterchen das Feld überlassen, da er sich eh besser als wir in der Symbolik auskennt.


The Rose

These remarks about the sybolism of the rose are dedicated to Pia Scheiring, this Pia, who assiduously is commenting here and gave me the definite book about the rose “The Rose” by David Austin, the most famous English cultivator of roses.

Die Rose

Meine Studie zur Symbolik der Rose ist Pia Scheiring gewidmet,  ja genau, der Pia, die hier fleißig kommentiert und mir das hervorragende Standardwerk “The Rose” von David Austin, dem berühmtesten Rosenzüchter Englands, schenkte.

Goethe like always in love, this time with Friederike Brion, wrote one of his most famous poems 1799, which…

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Say I Am You ~ Rumi

Rumi’s poems elegantly and consistently touch our inner being and inspire us to go beyond our limitations towards the Divine.

The music is by the composer, Eleni Karaindrou, and is the theme music called “Eternity”.
Enjoy! V.


Ireland - County Clare - Country Lane, East Clare

Entombed within myself.
Damp, ashen stones
Surround me
Spaces constrict
Every breath;
I fear to breathe too fast
I must survive
This cannot be my last.
Easing now
I transport myself to spaces
Wide and free;
Dew laden hills of forest green
Seem to welcome me,
Stepping out of my self-made tomb
Sun sparkling now
Lifting any hints of gloom,
The path is before me
Unknown where it shall end;
Yet, free I am now
Risen again!

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Kiss The Earth

Forest path in autumn

Walk and touch peace every moment.
Walk and touch happiness every moment.
Each step brings a fresh breeze.
Each step makes a flower bloom.
Kiss the Earth with your feet.
Bring the Earth your love and happiness.
The Earth will be safe
when we feel safe in ourselves.

Photography Credit
Marija Vegdelic
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Silence is not a lack of words.
Silence is not a lack of music.
Silence is not a lack of curses.
Silence is not a lack of screams.
Silence is not a lack of colors
or voices or bodies or whistling wind.
Silence is not a lack of anything.

Silence is resting, nestling
in every leaf of every tree,
in every root and branch.
Silence is the flower sprouting
upon the branch.

Silence is the mother singing
to her newborn babe.
Silence is the mother crying
for her stillborn babe.
Silence is the life of all
these babes, whose breath
is a breath of God.

Silence is seeing and singing praises.
Silence is the roar of ocean waves.
Silence is the sandpiper dancing
on the shore.
Silence is the vastness of a whale.
Silence is a blade of grass.

Silence is sound
And silence is silence.
Silence is love, even
the love that hides in hate.

Silence is the pompous queen
and the harlot and the pimp
hugging his purse on a crowded street.

Silence is the healer dreaming
the plant, the drummer drumming
the dream. It is the lover’s
exhausted fall into sleep.
It is the call of morning birds.

Silence is God’s beat tapping all hearts.

Silence is the star kissing a flower.

Silence is a word, a hope, a candle
lighting the window of home.

Silence is everything –the renewing sleep
of Earth, the purifying dream of Water,
the purifying rage of Fire, the soaring
and spiraling flight of Air. It is all
things dissolved into no-thing–Silence
is with you always…..the Presence
of I AM
Photography Credit

Jacky Parker


The Power Of Words

classic spring love

They can be written
spoken, whispered,
hidden, forbidden,

They have their power
to be listened to,
to be read
to be reflected
or rejected.

They can build
They can destroy
They can comfort
and heal.

Photography Credit
Wesley Chan
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