Stay for a While

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Looking out from my window, I glanced at the sky
Then I thought what makes these moments quick to fly.

I wished I could pause the spring’s scent and summer’s sunshine
If the miracle would happen, every particle would be fine.

Suddenly a little ray of sunshine sneaked in through my window
Smiled to me and said “let me shine”.

The magical glimpses of nature’s beauty was at it’s peak
Trees were like brides wearing colorful leaves, beautiful and shy.

As beautiful as the spring roses, summer’s dew and winter’s snow
I asked the autumn, “could you please stay for a while?”

Autumn in Hunza Valley, Gilgit-Baltistan

Wollaton Park

 

 

 

Wollaton   Park is one of the most famous and popular attraction of Nottingham. 

It is also fantastic for wildlife. With woodland, wetland and grassland over a large area. It is designates as a Local Wildlife Site. 

 

Wollaton Park spans 500 acres of spectacular gardens and parkland and is a haven for wildlife, including herds of red and fallow deer which are free to roam in their natural habitat. 

 

 

The formal gardens provide the perfect spot to sit and relax. There is also a small walled botanic garden which has been developed and cared for by volunteers from the Nottingham branch of the Hardy Plant Society since the early 1980’s. 

 

Live your beautiful Life!

While there is life, there is hope! 

Spring glances from Bucharest

Create like a god, command like a king, work like a slave.  – Constantin Brancusi

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Insomnia is a vertiginous lucidity that can convert paradise itself into a place of torture.

Emil Cioran

However much I have frequented the mystics, deep down I have always sided with the Devil; unable to equal him in power, I have tried to be worthy of him, at least, in insolence, acrimony, arbitrariness and caprice. – Emil Cioran

I lost my sleep, and this is the greatest tragedy that can befall someone. It is much worse than sitting in prison. –  Emil Cioran

 

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Architecture is inhabited sculpture. Constantin Brancusi

There hasn’t been any art yet. Art is just beginning. –  Constantin Brancusi

To see far is one thing, going there is another.  – Constantin Brancusi

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Don’t look for obscure formulas or mystery in my work. It is pure joy that I offer you. Look at my sculptures until you see them. Those closest to God have seen them. – Constantin Brancusi

Theories are patterns without value. What counts is action. – Constantin Brancusi

What is real is not the external form, but the essence of things… it is impossible for anyone to express anything essentially real by imitating its exterior surface. – Constantin Brancusi

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We are afraid of the enormity of the possible. – Emile M. Cioran 

Consciousness is much more than the thorn, it is the dagger in the flesh.-  Emile M. Cioran

Simplicity is not an objective in art, but one achieves simplicity despite one’s self by entering into the real sense of things.-  Constantin Brancusi

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Speech and silence. We feel safer with a madman who talks than with one who cannot open his mouth.  – Emile M. Cioran

The Universal view melts things into a blur. –  Emile M. Cioran

One does not inhabit a country; one inhabits a language. That is our country, our fatherland – and no other. –  Emile M. Cioran

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A golden rule: to leave an incomplete image of oneself.  – Emile M. Cioran

Chaos is rejecting all you have learned, chaos is being yourself. –  Emile M. Cioran

No one can enjoy freedom without trembling. – Emile M. Cioran

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What surrounds us we endure better for giving it a name – and moving on. Emile M. Cioran

Anyone who speaks in the name of others is always an imposter.  – Emile M. Cioran

You live in your sphere’s narrowness
And luck rules over you –
But in my steady world I feel
Eternal, cold and true!
– Mihai Eminescu 

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Friendship marks a life even more deeply than love. Love risks degenerating into obsession, friendship is never anything but sharing.
~Elie Wiesel(Romanian born American Writer. Nobel Prize for Peace in 1986)

Only one enemy is worse than despair: indifference. In every area of human creativity, indifference is the enemy; indifference of evil is even worse than evil, because it is also sterile. – Elie Wiesel 

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Only truthful hands write true poems. I cannot see any basic difference between a handshake and a poem.  – Paul Celan

The heart hid still in the dark, hard as the Philosopher’s Stone. – Paul Celan

Poetry is a sort of homecoming. –  Paul Celan

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Every religion implies that it treats the problem of being and non being, life and death. Their languages are different, but they speak about the same things. – Mircea Eliade

The post-totalitarian malady has taken its most acute form in Romania. And it has taken place for very specific reasons. The repression here has been more cruel, more brutal, than in other states caught in the inferno of a ‘socialist paradise.’  – Octavian Paler

And so it is when passion’s fled
Lost in the depths of night,
The light of our love, now dead,
Still haunts us in its flight.
– Mihai Eminescu, To the Star 

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Whether religion is man-made is a question for philosophers or theologians. But the forms are man-made. They are a human response to something. As a historian of religions, I am interested in those expressions.  – Mircea Eliade

A heart of my people’s great heart;
I sing of its love and its hate;
The part that you play is the fire’s; my part
Is that of the wind; you’re mate
In all that’s decided by Fate.
– George Cosbuc, “The Poet”

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The shore is an upright gallows
And poison drips
From the leaking roof of eventide.
A new ship, far away, groping for light
And silence, passes majestically the bridge;
Soldiers stand by, mute guardians of tranquility
~Nicolae Sirius, The soul in words

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The road is smooth

I found them as their music had crossed through the buildings, and as I live just few steps behind the Market Square, the little strange tune for a quiet Sunday just fired up my curiosity.

My surprise has been even bigger, as long time did not see a fanfare singing live. While somebody was spreading to the world the Words of God.  I did not figure out what exactly the religious group of Christians they are.    I salute their great initiative and interesting way of preaching.  I salute their kindness to bring  us some rays from the infinitely  Love of God. 

In a World who suffers too much from the lack of love, from many  misunderstandings, from too much ignorance, too much anger and frustration,  from too many abuses, from too much judging,  well, in this World we need to bring up the Spirituality.  We need to move into the flow of bliss, with a feeling of harmony, trust, gratitude and love.  

Everything has been given to us for our path. An ancient quote says: “The road is smooth. Why do you throw rocks before you?”  And I have been one of who did that. Obviously is very hard to walk  on the rocks…  It took me years to understand something very easy. It took me many years because even if the mind understands it well, the heart should be convinced too. Convinced to make the space for a peaceful, more joyful, more beautiful life. 

The beginning of the  journey to a more abundant life starts from our inside, starts from our being, right where we are. Rising above the clouds. 

 

“For God so loved the world, that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life.” John 3:16 

“Even  Kings and emperors with heaps of wealth and vast dominion cannot compare with an ant filled with the love of God.” – Guru Nanak

My Dear Spring

My Dear Spring, on this night
I kindly ask you save for me a dance.
A dance of hope, of lights or might
Switch them on in thousands ways of chance
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My Dear Spring, please  listen to the wind.
It has blown-up the wishes from my heart.
I run my race through space but I was finding
Eventually I felt from stars apart.
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My Dear Spring, in this night
I kindly ask you save for me a dance.
And let the music fall in love so blind
With my hope eyes, with my soul glance.