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One of Poland's greatest poets, Adam Zagajewski, who wrote a poem that came to symbolize the world's sense of shock and loss after the Sept. 11, 2001, attacks in the United States, died in Krakow on Sunday March 21, 2021, aged 75

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Adam…

Landscape Garden Meadow in Flower, 1906

Gustav Klimt

Oberösterreichisches Bauernhaus, 1911

Gustav Klimt

Rosebushes Under the Trees, 1905

Gustav…

 this link provides 4 very short clips each of which demonstrates the burning of snow that will not melt..

 this was the snow that fell on Texas last week:

  .Texas Snow That Doesn't Melt? Weather Modification…

For further emphasis:

“Pity the nation whose people are sheep,

and whose shepherds mislead them.

Pity the nation whose leaders are liars, whose sages are silenced,

and whose bigots haunt the airwaves.

Pity the nation that raises not its voice,

except to praise conquerors and acclaim the bully as hero

and aims to rule the world with force and by torture.

Pity the nation that knows no other language but its own

and no other…

this 17 minute utube are the words of Aldous Huxley and George Orwell together with very evocative artwork.

 the subject is a warning that is most relevant in our time Now .. please do your very best to take heed.

.Love Your Servitude - Aldous Huxley & George Orwell - YouTube…

this is for those who are wondering what is happening re: world health.. having read from different sources many differing explanations this link is by far the very best i have come across.. it takes about 15 or 20 minutes to read..

UK COVID Conundrum: The Mysterious Case of Disappearing Flu | Principia Scientific Intl.…

Today I bow to all women

who have endured

oppression, silencing, abuse, rape.



Today I bow to all women

who have made any steps

in their lifetime toward finding their voice, their truth, their heart, their power, in spite of it all.



Today I bow

to the long line of women who were…

Home : Inspirations :

Intent…

A grandson of slaves, a boy was born in a poor neighborhood of New Orleans known as the "Back of Town." His father abandoned the family when the child was an infant. His mother became a prostitute and the boy and his sister had to live with their grandmother.

Early in life he proved to be gifted for music and with three other kids he…

You can see the work on show at Piccadilly Circus now



Photo by Steven Sebring

Each evening, at exactly 20.21, the screen at Piccadilly Circus will light up with the livestreamed words of the legendary Patti Smith.



“Some of the work I did in my…

Home : Inspirations :…

Can you let me love you as you are?

All wide-eyed with wonder? Feral with possibility? Hungry with longing? You who are home to what is wild and divine. All the flavors of human. Can you let me love you in the moments of life that are both ordinary and divine? Through the seasons and cycles of the moon, reflected in both of our…

It is shocking what the US has been reduce to in the four years of Mob rule! Is this the future of democracy? Is this the beginning of the end of US civilization? Do we have to tolerate this kind of mob rule fir another 14 days? I AM SO ASHAMED I DONT KNOW WHAT TO SAY.

  Arun Gandhi

Today is the last day of year 2020.

Tomorrow we shall usher in the New Year 2021.

Wishing you all good health and always choose to be happy...

Happy New Year for 2021!

Joy, hope, peace and…

End a quarrel.

Seek out a forgotten friend.

Dismiss suspicion and replace it with trust.

Write a love letter.

Share a treasure.

Give a soft answer.

Keep a promise.

Find time for others.

Forgo a grudge.

Forgive your enemies.

Listen.

Apologize if you are…

I started calling that girl back. The girl who loved living, the girl who danced instead of walking.

The girl who had sunflowers for eyes and fireworks in her soul.

I started playing music again, hoping she would come out.

I started looking for beautiful moments to experience, so she would feel safe enough to show…

I no longer pray—

now I drink dark chocolate

and let the moon sing to me.

I no longer pray—

I let my ancestors dance

through my hips

at the slightest provocation.

I no longer pray—

I go to the river

and howl my ancient pain

into the current.

I no longer pray—

I ache,…

Remember the earth. Remember your ancestors. Remember your four-legged, winged, crawling relatives.

Remember life. Your life, your way of living, that is the only activism you’ve ever had. Use it. Make your

existence a ritual that honors everything your body and words touch. The times are troubled and you…

Ancient Life

Fresco Panel Depicting Dionysos and Ariadne (detail), A.D. 1–79, Roman. Fresco, 37 × 36 5/8 in. J. Paul Getty Museum,…