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lotus bloom, huntington gardens

lotus bloom, huntington gardens

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My five-year-old daughter paints the sand with flowers at Carpenteria State Beach.

My five-year-old daughter paints the sand with flowers at Carpenteria State Beach.

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sunflower, the garden at la casa de maria silent retreat, near santa barbara

sunflower, the garden at la casa de maria silent retreat, near santa barbara

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Water Lily My whole life is mine, but whoever says sowill deprive me, for it is infinite.The ripple of water, the shade of the skyare mine; it is still the same, my life.No desire opens me: I am full,I never close myself with refusal-in the rythm of my daily soulI do not desire-I am moved;by being moved I exert my empire,making the dreams of night real:into my body at the bottom of the waterI attract the beyonds of mirrors…~Rainer Maria Rilke

Water Lily
My whole life is mine, but whoever says so
will deprive me, for it is infinite.
The ripple of water, the shade of the sky
are mine; it is still the same, my life.

No desire opens me: I am full,
I never close myself with refusal-
in the rythm of my daily soul
I do not desire-I am moved;

by being moved I exert my empire,
making the dreams of night real:
into my body at the bottom of the water
I attract the beyonds of mirrors…
~Rainer Maria Rilke

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She left the web, she left the loom, she made three paces through the room, she saw the water-lily bloom.—Lord Alfred Tennyson (The Lady of Shalott)
east highland springs, california
 

She left the web, she left the loom, she made three paces through the room, she saw the water-lily bloom.
—Lord Alfred Tennyson (The Lady of Shalott)

east highland springs, california

 

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A little walk down a street in Old Town, Albuquerque, revealed a cactus flower growing near curbside, small and perhaps overlooked by tourists headed to shops and restaurants, but brilliant in the afternoon sun, as if waiting to offer a hello to anyone who took time for noticing.

A little walk down a street in Old Town, Albuquerque, revealed a cactus flower growing near curbside, small and perhaps overlooked by tourists headed to shops and restaurants, but brilliant in the afternoon sun, as if waiting to offer a hello to anyone who took time for noticing.

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Huntington Gardens
"Now folds the lily all her sweetness up, and slips into the bosom of the lake;So fold thyself, my dearest, thou, and slip Into my bosom, and be lost in me.”—Tennyson   

Huntington Gardens

"Now folds the lily all her sweetness up, and slips into the bosom of the lake;
So fold thyself, my dearest, thou, and slip Into my bosom, and be lost in me.”
—Tennyson
   

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The Esalen farm
"If we could see the miracle of a single flower clearly, our whole life would change.”—Buddha

The Esalen farm

"If we could see the miracle of a single flower clearly, our whole life would change.”
—Buddha

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“Most people are afraid of suffering. But suffering is a kind of mud  to help the lotus flower grow. There cannot be a lotus flower without  the mud.”—Thich Nhat Hanh

“Most people are afraid of suffering. But suffering is a kind of mud to help the lotus flower grow. There cannot be a lotus flower without the mud.”
—Thich Nhat Hanh