Tuesday, January 20, 2009

Solitude of the Moon

We rehearse our dreams
before we dream them
and it has the mystifying smell
of strange flowers.

We are the oceans we are the shores
we allow desires, they rise and fall
dreams outlive dreams
as we solicit the solitude of the moon.

Lekshmy Sujathan Kerala, India 2002

photo 2008:gb

Monday, January 19, 2009

The Eagle

He clasps the crag with hooked hands;
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ring'd with the azure world, he stands.

The wrinkled seas beneath him crawls;
He watches from his mountain walls,
And like a thunderbolt he falls.

Lord Alfred Tennyson, 1851

photo 2008: stig bachmann nielsen
Naturplan Foto