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Wednesday, August 18, 2010

Evening, Wisdom and Beauty



Age does not protect you from love. But love, to some extent, protects you from age.
~ Anais Nin

There came a time when the risk to remain tight in the bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom. ~ Anais Nin

Rocks of the ages,
Jagged and huge
tough barriers
holding up
through the years....

A lashing of rain,
Erosion in a groove
of the rock face,
and the
water trickles,
drops,
flows,
deep into the mind,
somewhere,
zigzagging across
willing itself
to
see the Sun again
as it feeds the roots
of
something,
trying to grow
and bloom,
green and clean.

Sometimes,
the toughest
and the strictest,
minds
have a secret soft corner.

Posted by Ugich Konitari to Sylvia From Over the Hill at August 18, 2010 8:42 PM

14 comments:

Roberto M. Alves said...

Once again, a very interesting post. Beautiful words and a great shot. Congratulations.

Greetings from Roberto

lotusleaf said...

Lovely shot and wonderful words. I liked your doormats too.

magiceye said...

beautiful shot ad lovely quotes

lv2scpbk said...

Beautiful flowers. On behalf of the ABC Team, thanks for participating.

Pietro said...

The image of the white flowers is very charming, Sylvia! Nice quotes by Anais Nin, I find so true the first one!

George said...

This is a beautiful picture and I really like that first quote. It contains a lot of truth.

Ugich Konitari said...

Rocks of the ages,
Jagged and huge
tough barriers
holding up
through the years....

A lashing of rain,
Erosion in a groove
of the rock face,
and the
water trickles,
drops,
flows,
deep into the mind,
somewhere,
zigzagging across
willing itself
to
see the Sun again
as it feeds the roots
of
something,
trying to grow
and bloom,
green and clean.

Sometimes,
the toughest
and the strictest,
minds
have a secret soft corner.

Lew said...

Beautiful flowers! Old age seems to be getting futther into the future.

Linda Reeder said...

I love the second quote. It's perfect for late bloomers, like I was. It was about age 40 that I just burst out of my too tight bud with a sudden rage. The years have diminished the rage, thank goodness, but the hot core is still there.
Once again, an amazing poem by your personal poet,Ugich.

Grayquill said...

Hmmm...so without love does one get old before their time? I wonder it that is why single people die before married people.
Interesting post.

Chanz said...

Sometimes,
the toughest
and the strictest,
minds
have a secret soft corner.

Loved it...

Good day..!!

Kay said...

I just love your sweet white flowers. I'm sending you lots of love, Sylvia.

Dani said...

wow..thats so true. Age and love.
Lovely photo.

Have a great day, Sylvia

Gattina said...

Beautiful, I am back home, nothing has changed, Rosie was very happy to see me.
the week went by so fast !

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