Art Image by Juan Brufal. Street tree on multicoloured apartment wall, somewhere in Europe.
'It is divinely and intimately innate, comrades, for a misfit mystic’s heart to create.'
Evocation of Butterflies, 1911. Odilon Redon. Oil on canvas.
Image by Juan Brufal
‘We shall not even one of us boys and men be truly free, comrades, till every girl and women walks with full equality.’
🎨Olga Abramova
#FridayVibes #MyTake #Silence
☘︎ ݁˖ Behind this door, a world untouched by time ... Somewhere in France, the past is still alive. 😊
#LostInFrance #QuietBeauty #MysteryAwaits
A blue tit perched on top of a coniferous branch. 📸: fotoblend.
💚💛💙
#bird
#BirdPhotography
#NaturePhotography
#WildlifePhotography
pink tulips on the counter one falling over Single foto by hedy bach 2026
drooping.
#photography #colouraday #pinkmon #eastcoastkin #thenorth #bloomscrolling #eastcoastkin
knowing I am you
I set traps for myself
falling into your snare
poems drift
playing with shapes
love unfolds
in waves
#Photography Scarlett
@wirewrapandweaveit.bsky.social
Seriously sensational session still moves my old mystic soul.
To look into empty space is not merely to search for an answer.
It is to encounter the strange possibility that what appears empty may be the most fundamental presence of all.
#Truth
with all the rain and snow recently, a rushing waterfall, loud and bubbly. just lovely.
a heart is like a waterfall —when it loves, it doesn't drip, it pours.
#waterfall #photography
When you weave your life
into the rhythms of nature
it nourishes you with a quiet
bountiful abundance
that never runs dry.
#Nature #Naturephotography
#Naturelovers #Photography
#Landscape #Trees
#Naturewisdom #Thoughts
#Vss365 #Bountiful #Poetry #Bravewright
#Positivevibes #Goodvibes
Abstract red and pink flowers i n a yellow vase with green leaves
"When you find your tribe your soul will let you know!"
Through the silhouetted trees of Winter a Crimson sky pushes through the misty waterway as the clouds gently drift above.
An awakening that seeks no need to look back 📷🕊️ …
..you have to lose to win.. this i‘m certain of.. or at least risk losing something(s).. to win a little.. because wherever you’re at is a “safe” place.. even if it doesn’t feel it.. unless you already took the leap into 'an uncomfortable way'.. and if it feels hard.. it's usually right..
©️dww
🩶🎸
*ੈ𑁍༘⋆ Somewhere in France 😊
#France #Burgundy #Auxerre
∴ foliage drifts over the empty doors timber learnesces into the greenborn-first language of revolution the room forgethes itself becomes passagrove enchanted light pools along the floor knells for rainlight that wabi-sabi smile clings, unclaimant fueled beneath calm waiting for monochrome moss smirkles to issue the mushin decree nothing wastured only renamified the oak origaming pu feral nascent and everything learns another way ∴
#vss365 #thingstowriteabout #wildwalkprompt
#promptcombo #AChangeOfUse
@thewombwellrainbow.bsky.social
Au bord d'un Lac. L'environnement est très calme et tout vert avec un grand arbre qui se reflète sur l'eau. Au bord, des herbes vertes qui dégagent une odeur très agréable. Le ciel est bien bleu avec de très légers nuages blancs. Belle semaine à vous. 📷💚🍃
A peaceful calm time
We pause, just breathe
Blue sky soft on the water
Mirrored in the pristine lake
Back to the embrace of nature.
#BlueSkyMonday #Nature
#photography #scape #words
..it’s very hard to have ideas. It’s very hard to put yourself out there, it’s very hard to be vulnerable, but those people who do that are the dreamers, the thinkers and the creators. They are the magic people of the world...
Amy Poehler
Serpent Dream
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Goat and apple
Mitchell P #art
#March into #Spring 🌷
To be
Always part of me
Him
That look
That wanted touch
The need of his words
Upon my senses
My desire to know
His heartbeat
His skin
Touching my skin
Shrouded
In that moment
Our souls silent
Where
In the fire's warmth
Our shadows
Elongate
Η πληγωμένη Άνοιξη ποίημα του Μίλτου Σαχτούρη Πίνακας : Οθωναίος Νικόλαος Άνοιξη στην Οίτη, 1933 Πηγές : book sitting.gr nationalgallery.gr
Η πληγωμένη Άνοιξη
τεντώνει τα λουλούδια της
κι η κάτασπρη κοπέλα μέσα στα γαρίφαλα συνάζει στάλα το αίμα απ' όλες τις σημαίες που πονέσανε από τα κυπαρίσσια που σφαχτήκαν για να χτιστεί ένας πύργος κατακόκκινος
το σύννεφο θ' ανάβει τα γαρίφαλα το ξίφος θα θερίζει το κορμί της
Μιλτος Σαχτούρης
Schau genau hin. Das Schöne kann klein sein.
Immanuel Kant
“The writer is by nature a dreamer - a conscious dreamer.” Carson McCullers.
Crocus are making a nice splash of colour right now. It was a lovely sunny day on Tuesday here 🌞
Poetry
It's Raining Now
