of course, the way of the blue flower is totally different
(and yet, the same)
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the feeling of beauty is the feeling of 'muga': no-self or ecstasy
Nishida
Nishida
collaboration with Michael Tweed
the beautiful foolishness of things
on-going project uniting my photographs and text by Michael Tweed
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My fist response was to gasp. My second was to wish I was a hummingbird...
ReplyDeletewow...comme un souffle délicat.
ReplyDeleteTes fleurs sont poésie pour mes yeux et c'est doux..
Je t'embrasse Belle Roxana..
Sacred is the blue flower's way
ReplyDeleteJe rejoins les mots déposés par Clo...
ReplyDeleteBises
Do the blue flowers dream of those beautiful black abstract shapes. Of course, it cannot be the other way around!
ReplyDeleteRhapsody in blue, totally different (and yet the same)
ReplyDeleteoh I love this, fragile and glass-like
ReplyDeleteThe way of the blue flower
ReplyDeleteIs the way of Roxana
Is the Way...
hello my beautiful friend, thankyou for this playful masterpeice.
ReplyDeletewell there is the essence of every flower.
every flower must have its contact with earth to be anchored by its roots reflector or anchored by the roots of another.
Well you can't really blame them( the flowers that is)we all have our contacts with the earth our roots our ancestral trees.
and the flowers do contribute to the refinement of the earth which we are desperately in need of.
but theese flowers do have their unique personalities you know.what I mean to say, their unique way of displaying themselves in so many extravagantly beautiful colours.
now this sky blue coloured flower well has to be a sky dreamser-she is the same colour as a bright blue sky on a clear summer day which would lead anyone to dream pale blue coloured sky petals that harmonize in just the right ringing tone for our cell phones or incorrigible dreams
and the pale orange precocious flower not bold enough to be a darker orange colour as the tigerlily who is a wonderful conversationalist you know very bavarde to all flowers and earthly creatures
and the pink rose is reluctant to fall in love until it receives a colour transfusion from the darker deep red rose
and the white flower take the white lily for example is pompously purified in its pompadour never resisting an invitation to a floral arrangement in the most elevated banquet halls, even if it means becoming detached from her own roots.........
sending you floral kisses across the valleys of our minds.
what fun thankyou.
floarea,ea,galbena,albastra sau rosie-suntem vreoadata drepti cu ea,nu facem intotdeauna un sacrilegiu,prin preferintele noastre,asezand,spre exemplu,movul deasupra violaceului pal?
ReplyDeleteiata ca,aici,toate florile s-au impacat,ca sa o spun cumva,si pe noi odata cu ele,fiindca tu ai fost cea care a egalizat randurile frumusetii,mereu diferite,mereu aceeasi.
(in podul unei maini albe,imi vine sa spun,fiecare lucru isi arata frumusetea neatinsa)
myth, a hummingbird :-)
ReplyDeletemoi aussi j'aime la douceur, en toute chose. je t'embrasse aussi, chere Clo.
mts,
"'It's not the treasures I care about" he said to himself "such coveting is miles from my mind, but I long to see the blue flower. I cant get rid of the idea, it haunts me. I never felt like this before, its as if I dreamed of it years ago, or had a vision of it in another world, for who would be so concerned about a flower in this world? and I've never heard of anyone being in love with a flower. Where did this stranger come from? None of us had ever seen anyone like him. I don't know why his words impacted on me so deeply, the others heard him, and they didn't produce the same effect on their minds. I cant even express the strange state I'm in. Sometimes rapt in delight......but when I forget about the blue flower, a nameless longing takes possession of me, no one can understand this. I'd think I was mad, if it were not for the fact that my thoughts are so clear and connected, and I understand so many new things. I've heard it said that in the olden days, animals, rocks, and flowers all spoke to humans. I'm haunted by the idea that they have something to tell me, and I feel as if I could comprehend their speech. I used to be devoted to dancing, now I love music."
Novalis, from Heinrich von Ofterdingen
Plum', douces bises...
ReplyDeletebilloo, how strange that you would comment here, i was sure this post wouldn't get your attention at all :-)
Prospero
i wish you would compose a little piece inspired by this little blue flower :-)
Marion,
yes, i am mesmerized with them, i have them on my windowsill right now - they open with the light and close in the evening!
Owen,
smiling :-)
oh Madeleine, their descriptions of flowers are so wonderful, you really can project yourself into them and live a life from within them... maybe i am trying to do the same with my photos...
i am so grateful!
je t'embrasse de tout coeur, chere amie!
ce frumos vezi tu, cerasela, totul, şi mâna alba şi florile şi fiecare nuanţă a fiecărei culori - tu învii nespusul şi nearătatul, în fiecare imagine a mea.
ReplyDeletedie blaue Blume, sie wirkt wärmend und spendet Hoffnung..!
ReplyDeleteIch wünsche Dir eine gute Nacht, Prinzessin und alles Liebste!
Renée
ich danke dir, liebste Renée, und schicke dir mein schoenstes Laecheln :-)
ReplyDeleteA sweetest meditation on blue flowers that are so special.
ReplyDeleteyour foto is amasing
ReplyDeletepiotr