My Vibrational Voice

Van Morrison - Caravan (Vinyl)

2018-07-04T08:58:00.001+02:00

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2018-05-22T07:24:00.001+02:00

cen A gift a day .... 25 gifts the creative wonder !!!

2018-03-14T21:43:00.001+02:00

HuMan speaks a string is plucked, a hollow object is struck, a column of air reverberates

2018-01-21T14:15:00.001+02:00

What Makes Us Human Blushing Response In his book, "The Expression of Emotions in Man and Animals," Charles Darwin said that "blushing is the most peculiar and the most human of all expressions." It is part of the "fight or flight response" of our sympathetic nervous system that causes the capillaries in our cheeks to dilate

2012-04-24T08:55:00.001+02:00

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Love of Music and Poetry

2011-04-22T20:52:00.007+02:00

Crazy Heart Soundtrack - Jeff Bridges Fallin' Flyin' There is a verse of Hafiz which says, 'My heart is so pure in its love for you, that indeed it shows no purity; for save you it loves no one.' The apparent confusion of this thought lies in this: that to love sincerely one cannot love more than one. And yet love must grow, for to cease to grow means but to wither and to die.

A day in the Veld

2011-04-19T20:01:00.010+02:00

Recently a gift has been given me from my brother that my Mum and Step Dad bought over 25 years ago, a week (out of season) at Dikhololo which is a game park in the North West Province. We took a drive out there today to sign the transfer papers. I am wild about nature in general, the bird life, especially has a very special place in my heart. Though all of Gods gifts to walk with man are

When

2011-04-15T10:19:00.003+02:00

Through my veiled intensity of getting to know WHO WHAT and WHY, I am I smile and I am sure that God would too ... the little games we play with ourselves (and others) to FEEL to KNOW and GROW. I am very grateful to see the good in everything but filth, then even then there is a beauty in that too, as new life descends and divides and grows. A point in question hanging in our city ~

A Tautology of Bits and pieces

2011-04-14T18:45:00.001+02:00

Ords roll into me from distant shore Bringing tythes that touch the core Smartingly they hear the eye That fell lovingly from you and I Oh dear was her cry How do we curve this tumultuous wave Into humanities stone cold cave Igniting its very heart Opening every part Bare and borne aware Naked to the inner art When will it come When will it be Lost to forever Without our sight or sound Made one

Adaptions

2011-04-05T07:28:00.007+02:00

This land which man has deswamped and denuded and derivered in two generations so that men can own plantations and commute every night and ride in cars to live in millionaire’s mansions on Lake Shore Drive; where men rent farms and live on shares and live like animals; where fare is planted and grows man-tall in very cracks of the sidewalks, and usury and mortgage and bankruptcy and measureless

My Africa

2011-04-04T10:33:00.005+02:00

There is a place in africa where predatore thrive ..... http://www.travelblog.org/Photos/4378915 Nature gives us the total key of basics to ourselves In animal insect flower air yet we all find it building fires within to destruction - How we battle to equate quintessese in its purity of sustainable existance the self same hands that secures bonds In silence we can

Mum

2010-12-06T22:21:00.002+02:00

It was beautiful day when my mother died. She was the one who taught me to hold a pencil in my hand. She taught me what eternal beauty means. I went to the building at the top of the mountain to see her one last time; the day I dressed her one last time; It was just an empty cocoon…. Her beautiful and wild spirit had left her frail body. I did not cry - I kissed her small white

BOAT SONG

2010-12-02T17:02:00.134+02:00

THE RIVER calmly flows, Through shining banks, through lonely glen, Where the owl shrieks, though ne'er the cheer of men Has stirred its mute repose, Still if you should walk there, you would go there again. The stream is well alive; Another passive world you see, Where downward grows the form of every tree; Like soft light clouds they thrive: Like them let us in our pure loves reflected be.

An Evening Call ... followed by a morning .... till tomorrow.

2010-11-30T19:45:00.003+02:00

Standing in the doorway this evening, watching the warm colours fade into the purple hills afar, feeling a little nostalgic in my depth today, a chill ran up my spine as a breeze brushed me by! Grabbing a bright blue and green rug, which is always at hand, I wrapped it around my bare shoulders, just for the comfort it brought. Crickets providing an added chorus to the hum of the computers

Beautiful Hands

2010-11-30T13:51:00.000+02:00

SUCH beautiful, beautiful hands, They're neither white nor small; And you, I know, would scarcely think That they were fair at all. I've looked on hands whose form and hue A sculptor's dream might be, Yet are these aged wrinkled hands Most beautiful to me. Such beautiful, beautiful hands! Though heart were weary and sad These patient hands kept toiling on That the children might be glad. I

Poetry

2010-11-29T08:25:00.007+02:00

What is in the Satinflower tincture of the skinTo Peace of mind and Starwort withinWhat the bright sparkling of the White Bird's-eyeTo the soft soothing of a Tongue Grass replyCan comeliness of form, or shape or airWith root of Chickweed, or deeds compareThose at first the unwary part may gainBut then only can the heart retainThe depth of BosciaWithout the rain

A Beautiful Life

2010-11-26T07:44:00.000+02:00

You squeezed my hand and wine flowed into this land now being the time and place grace recognized a time long ago Edens garden had walls of line markings derived from twine tore the curtain beneath the veil revealing .... the mystery of shroud staning beneath a shower of light bubbling and brimming with life contageous magnetic natural poised in form unfurling a flower in this hour CdB2010

The Joy Of Life

2010-11-26T07:10:00.000+02:00

Her laughter caught in the wind scattering a million particles of pure delight into the night not enough she cried not enough she lied a face seen from behind a door frightened it knocked and creaked cringed she ran to hide peeked and peered to see what all the fuss was about asking so many questions tempting toiling calming and boiling sometimes too hot sometimes too cold seeking a balance for

To be still

2010-11-26T06:52:00.000+02:00

To be still yet .. sublime like a relajaciòn I throb with passion mediocre does not fit the passions twist and twine giving me utter bliss in the divine sending me on a path ..to an ethos courage and pushing my limitlessness discovering more .. understanding more In music philosphy love nature God and Man Visions of a greater love a solitude of grandeur duality in beng and yet not being at

The Leaf-Peepers

2010-11-26T06:28:00.000+02:00

In potted mound they lay All shrivelled Deshevilled I might say Spring aloft Seeds anew Pushing daisies Only a few Screaming for birth Disolving into earth In 1000 eyes watch A 1000 cries elate Ether they meet Await beneath the feet CdB2010 "A mere echo, the faint rumour left behind by the disappearing 'soul' upon the air of philosophy ." William

Good Morning My Soul

2010-11-25T07:07:00.006+02:00

Sound shivers through the' walls, Through a table through a frame, And into my agile fingers.Up into my private space,Into the' my centrered heart.Smell your taste of sweet musk,Am the' lover and best friend,Our begining ~ our first,Tender with passion dear Love,Taste the' beauty's entire embrace,Come again and again,Speak your loving words,To my ear like a precious dove,Me and you

Rietvlei Zoo Farm

2010-08-17T20:50:00.003+02:00

Just had to get away todaytook a drive felt the air blowin throughmy hairthe barenessand scorched earthan empty reminderof Winters underwear The Camel I stood good whilewatched the bubbling brookflowing so fast as if no tomorrow would lastany length of time It was not coldalthough I had not come out of a freezing pond!!

The Poet

2010-06-19T21:11:00.002+02:00

from Essays: Second Series (1844) by Ralph Waldo Emerson A moody child and wildly wise Pursued the game with joyful eyes, Which chose, like meteors, their way, And rived the dark with private ray: They overleapt the horizon's edge, Searched with Apollo's privilege; Through man, and woman, and sea, and star, Saw the dance of nature forward far; Through worlds, and races, and terms,

Valentine & Co.

2010-05-28T11:37:00.013+02:00

Although I am too proud to beg,And may appear to be a very independent creature, I ask for your loving care and attention. I rely on you for my well being much more than you may realize. This I promise you, my benefactor, that I will not be a burden on you nor will I demand more of you than you care to give. I will be a quiet peaceful island of serenity for you to gaze upon; a

SOUTH AFRICA / CHOBE / MOREMI Botswana ♥

2010-05-18T16:01:00.003+02:00

With dauntless eye the lofty oneMoves on through life;Majestic as the mighty sunHe knows no strife.He sees the thought flow to the form,And rise like bubble bright;A moment of beauty--and it is gone.Dissolved in light.The Dial, I, October 1840 A small bit of basics (usually unknown) An inconstant Moon Perogee and Apogee