Sweet, silent, crescent moon child dreams...

Whatever causes night in our souls may leave stars
— Victor Hugo
We are sun and moon dear friend; we are sea and land. It is not our purpose to become each other; it is to recognize each other, to learn to see the other and honor him for what he is; each the other’s opposite and complement
— Herman Hesse
moon shine H.C.Love

moon shine H.C.Love

Sweet, silent, crescent moon child dreams... 

Lit from within.

Shining through the long, slow, dark fade into night.

A strange, mad, raw desire haunts this humble heart...

Mother moon, momentary marvel... Full self melting into the endless void.

Singing the stars to sleep as you disappear and dissolve into the dawns early light.

H.C.Love

 

...light rekindles and waxes, fleeing through the parted branches...

The whole garden will dissolve, with its stones, its metals its pulps its seeds, its powders its branches, its waters... and as a torrent foams and glides, and leaps from green crest

light rekindles and waxes, fleeing through the parted branches... and we watch it shrink and perish, exhausting itself in force and color... fiber after fiber it will fray leaving nothing behind but blue, blue air, blue water, azure vibrant hue, of this gardens fabulous array.

Comptess de Noailles

 Blown Away, H.C.Love

 Blown Away, H.C.Love

Making many promises to the sun to make it halt...

IF thou came by water Now, virgin, thou go by land. That despite my sin God for thee wipes away and dries. Conversations, dances, song. All, virgin celebrate thee that though they feel thy ire, with thy visit they rejoice. Everyone joyfully crying They follow thee, sacred Queen, Making many promises to the sun to make it halt... Good journey my lady.

Our lady Guadalupe known as The liberator of waters, they began to call her having a special relationship with that special creature, water... No one better than her to calm the fury of this element... excerpt from Guadalupe by Carla Zarebska

 

Pilgrimages, Villa of Guadalupe 1960 Hermanos Mayo Collection Archivo General de la Nacion

Pilgrimages, Villa of Guadalupe 1960 Hermanos Mayo Collection Archivo General de la Nacion

THE THATCHED HOUSE UNROOFED BY AN AUTUMN GALE

BY TU FU

IT is the Eighth Month, the very height of Autumn.
The wind rages and roars.
It tears off three layers of my grass-roof.
The thatch flies – it crosses the river – it is scattered about in the open spaces by the river.
High-flying, it hangs, tangled and floating, from the tops of forest trees;
Low-flying, it whirls – turns – and sinks into the hollows of the marsh.
The swarm of small boys from the South Village laugh at me because I am old and feeble.
How dare they act like thieves and robbers before my face,
Openly seizing my thatch and running into my bamboo grove?
My lips are scorched, my mouth dry, I scream at them, but to no purpose.
I return, leaning on my staff. I sigh and breathe heavily.

Presently, of a sudden, the wind ceases. The clouds are the colour of ink.
The Autumn sky is endless – endless – stretching toward dusk and night.

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My old cotton quilt is as cold as iron;
My restless son sleeps a troubled sleep, his moving foot tears the quilt.
Over the head of the bed is a leak. Not a place is dry.
The rain streams and stands like hemp – there is no break in its falling.
Since this misery and confusion, I have scarcely slept or dozed.
All the long night, I am soaking wet. When will the light begin to sift in?
If one could have a great house of one thousand, ten thousand rooms –
A great shelter where all the Empire's shivering scholars could have happy faces –
Not moved by wind or rain, solid as a mountain –
Alas! When shall I see that house standing before my eyes?
Then, although my own hut were destroyed, although I might freeze and die, I should be satisfied.

"To thine own self be true..."

Saint Gabriel, at Brown Memorial Church Baltimore Maryland "By thine own soul's law learn to live. And if men thwart thee, take no heed. And if men hate thee, have no care; Sing thou thy song, and do thy deed, hope thou thy hope, and pray thy prayer."   "... Keep thou thy soul-worn steadfast oath,   And to thy heart be true thy heart; What thy soul teaches learn to know,   And play out thine appointed part, And thou shalt reap as thou shalt sow,   Nor helped nor hindered in thy growth, To thy full stature thou shalt grow. Fix on the future's goal thy face,   And let thy feet be lured to stray Nowhither, but be swift to run,   And nowhere tarry by the way, Until at last the end is won   And thou mayst look back from thy place And see thy long day's journey done.- Pakenham Beatty "The realization was that the self is the goal of individuation and that the process of individuation was not linear, but consisted of a circumambulation of the self." "... he highlighted the significance of the midlife transition. He argued that the first half of life could be characterized as the natural phase, in which the prime aim was establishing oneself in the world, gaining an income, and raising a family. The second half of life could be characterized as the cultural phase, which involved a revaluation of earlier values. The goal in this period was one of conserving previous values together with the recognition of their opposites." This meant that individuals had to develop the undeveloped and neglected aspects of their personality. The individuation process was now conceived as the general pattern of human development. He argued that there was a lack of guidance for this transition in contemporary society. " excerpt from The Red Book , Jung

Saint Gabriel, at Brown Memorial Church Baltimore Maryland

"By thine own soul's law learn to live. And if men thwart thee, take no heed. And if men hate thee, have no care; Sing thou thy song, and do thy deed, hope thou thy hope, and pray thy prayer."
 

"... Keep thou thy soul-worn steadfast oath,
  And to thy heart be true thy heart;
What thy soul teaches learn to know,
  And play out thine appointed part,
And thou shalt reap as thou shalt sow,
  Nor helped nor hindered in thy growth,
To thy full stature thou shalt grow.

Fix on the future's goal thy face,
  And let thy feet be lured to stray
Nowhither, but be swift to run,
  And nowhere tarry by the way,
Until at last the end is won
  And thou mayst look back from thy place
And see thy long day's journey done.- Pakenham Beatty

"The realization was that the self is the goal of individuation and that the process of individuation was not linear, but consisted of a circumambulation of the self."

"... he highlighted the significance of the midlife transition. He argued that the first half of life could be characterized as the natural phase, in which the prime aim was establishing oneself in the world, gaining an income, and raising a family. The second half of life could be characterized as the cultural phase, which involved a revaluation of earlier values. The goal in this period was one of conserving previous values together with the recognition of their opposites." This meant that individuals had to develop the undeveloped and neglected aspects of their personality. The individuation process was now conceived as the general pattern of human development. He argued that there was a lack of guidance for this transition in contemporary society. "

excerpt from The Red Book , Jung

As I said these words he grew wings on his back...

Where the
Tinkers quarrel I went down
With my horse, my soul.
I cried, ‘Who will bid me half a crown?’
From their rowdy bargaining
Not one turned. ‘Soul,’ I prayed,
‘I have hawked you through the world
Of Church and State and meanest trade.
But this evening, halter off,
Never again will it go on.
On the south side of ditches
There is grazing of the sun.
No more haggling with the world….’

As I said these words he grew
Wings upon his back. Now I may ride him
Every land my imagination knew.

 

From Pegasus , by Patrick Kavanaugh

Pegasus and Bellerophon, Odilon Redon

Pegasus and Bellerophon, Odilon Redon