TRANSCENDENCE - Printemps

Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness.
It took me years to understand that this too, was a gift.
                                  -  Mary Oliver

Warsaw Angel - Photography by Marzena Ablewska-lech

Wait, for now.
Distrust everything, if you have to.
But trust the hours. Haven't they
carried you everywhere, up to now?
Personal events will become interesting again.
Hair will become interesting.
Pain will become interesting.
Buds that open out of season will become lovely again.
Second-hand gloves will become lovely again,
their memories are what give them
the need for other hands. And the desolation
of lovers is the same: that enormous emptiness
carved out of such tiny beings as we are
asks to be filled; the need
for the new love is faithfulness to the old.

Wait.
Don't go too early.
You're tired. But everyone's tired.
But no one is tired enough.
Only wait a while and listen.
Music of hair,
Music of pain,
music of looms weaving all our loves again.
Be there to hear it, it will be the only time,
most of all to hear,
the flute of your whole existence,
rehearsed by the sorrows, play itself into total exhaustion.

Galway Kinnell

Jacques Henri-Lartigue, Autochrome

Buds that open out of season will become lovely again.

 Kim Mott's "study on three stages from opening flower of the Maple tree"

Kim Mott - Idaho artist, poet, steward of the land

Italy Tarot Tour 2012 - The Tree of Life

"Where were you when I laid the foundations of the Earth?... When the morning stars sang together, and all the sons of God shouted for joy?" - from the Book of Job

In the orchard - Chateau de Charras

Secondhand gloves will become lovely again

Meg Colby, 1952 Vintage Glove Fashion

   their memories are what give them the need for other hands

Jacques-Henri Lartigue

And the desolation of lovers is the same: that enormous emptiness carved out of such tiny beings...

Maire, 5th arr. - Paris

The Love Garden - Cluny, Paris

...the need for the new love is faithfulness to the old.

Montparnasse Cemetery - Paris

Wait.  

Don't go too early.

Jacques-Henri Lartigue

              You're tired, but everyone's tired. 

Alice Vegrova

Only wait a while and listen.
                                                                                       Music of hair. Music of pain.

The Piano by Meanie Beanie -Franz Liszt,  Hungarian Rhapsody #2

      

  Music of looms weaving all our loves again.  

April 5, 2013 - Mallika & Jacques - Paris, Le Mariage

Mallika Henry - Luxeumbourg Gardens, Paris

Be there to hear it, it will be the only time,
most of all to hear,
the flute of your whole existence, 

Luxeumbourg Gardens, Paris

rehearsed by the sorrows, play itself into total exhaustion.

Gladys Spencer, Dance Hall Music Star, died 1931, age 34 - City of London Cemetery

Skeleton Flower - Diphylleia grayi

A poet

A poet is someone
Who can pour Light into a cup
and raise it to nourish your
beautiful parched holy mouth

--Hafiz

Izis Bidermanas - Paris - "Happiness and Nothing Else"

Dedicated to Mallika Henry, 1951 - 2013.  She loved wolves & married one:  Monsieur Jacques Loup, April 5, 2013

Blood Moon, lunar eclipse April 4, 2015

From Event Chronicle, "Fire Trine, Blood Moon, Gateway to Love"