Secret Garden (by noriaki maeda)

Japan

"Whenever you are creating beauty around you, you are restoring your own soul."

 Alice Walker

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Ñaka Ñaka - sec2

off the upcoming Mundo Harsh

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"Time is a sort of river of passing events, and strong is its’ current; no sooner is a thing brought to sight than it is swept by and another takes its’ place, and this too will be swept away."
— Marcus Aurelius

Equestrian statue of Marcus Aurelius, from Rome, Italy, ca. A.D. 175. Bronze, approx. 11’ 6” high. Campidoglio, Rome.

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  1. Camera: Olympus E-10
  2. Aperture: f/3.2
  3. Exposure: 1/100th
  4. Focal Length: 15mm
"She will hang the night with stars so that I may walk abroad in the darkness without stumbling, and send the wind over my footprints so that none may track me to my hurt: she will cleanse me in great waters, and with bitter herbs make me whole."

Oscar Wilde, from De Profundis 

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Saturn: Moons, Rings and Storms (from Christopher Aurilia)

The images in this video were captured during the Cassini Solstice Mission.

Music: It’s Only Mourning by Kai Engel

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Time to Dream (by Cristina Hoch)

"When all mental activity around who you think you are is stopped, there is a crack in the authority of perception, in the structure of the mind. I invite you to enter through that crack. Come in through that opening. When you do, the mind is no longer filled with its latest self-definition. In that moment, there is only silence. And in that silence, it is possible to recognise absolute fulfilment: the truth of who you are."

Gangaji

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Get Ready by Peter Mac

The Gospel According to Sky


No matter how many times I hear them
I cannot remember the names of clouds—

not the white brush strokes whipping upward
like a wishing breath, not the staccato

of cotton batting torn apart and pasted
on morning’s sculpting light, nor the low-hung

burnished steel that insulates, compresses
like mood. The encyclopaedia sings cirrus,
  
stratus, cumulus, cirrocumulus, altostratus, 
altocumulus, cumulonimbus, stratocumulus,

but all I recall is how the ceaseless, immutable
blue holds those changing shapes, like a lover

who’s finally learned how to love her right.

Cheryl Dumesnil, from Redheaded Stepchild (Spring/Summer 2014)

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