“a proverb indicating that all material conditions, positive or negative, are temporary. The phrase seems to have originated in the writings of the medieval Persian Sufi poets, and is often attached to a fable of a great king who is humbled by the simple words.” wikipedia.
Humility in the face of the ephemeral in the grand scheme of things.
What is it about the photos? They possess an unmeasurable value of perfection, and also imperfection. They convey inexplicable feelings. They measure time in a frozen span of time, yet invoke a feeling of past and present.
There isn’t time to continually gaze at all the wonderful photos in the world, on Flickr, on Big Picture, on blogs. There isn’t time to take photos of every lovely moment in time. There isn’t time to live time over again. But we must not forget. Remember what my cheap Giordano shirt said? “I can forgive but I cannot forget. For if you ask me to forget, you ask me to give up experience.”
Hope has a place one look at love and you may see it weaves a web over mystery, all ravelled threads can rend apart for hope has a place in the lover’s heart. Whispering world, a sigh of sighs, the ebb and the flow of the ocean tides, one breath, one word may end or may start a hope in a place of the lover’s heart. Look to love and you may dream, and if it should leave then give it wings. But if such a love is meant to be, hope is home, and the heart is free. Under the heavens, we journey far, on roads of life we’re the wanderers, so let love rise, so let love depart, let hope have a place in the lover’s heart. Look to love and you may dream, and if should leave then give it wings. But if such a love is meant to be. Hope is home, and the heart is free.
lyrics from Enya’s Hope has a place. (liberal formatting and punctuation by me)
and some more pics to entertain you. i did mention i have a backlog right.