a ice angel
~We can all be angels to one another. We can choose to obey the still small stirring within, the little whisper that says, 'Go. Ask. Reach out. Be an answer to someone's plea. You have a part to play. Have faith.' We can decide to risk that He is indeed there, watching, caring, cherishing us as we love and accept love. The world will be a better place for it. And wherever they are, the angels will dance.~ Joan Wester Anderson
Dalle disquisizioni filologiche del primo mattino..."CROLLO DELLA CULTURA: NIETZSCHE ERA DI DESTRA?"
Dalle disquisizioni filologiche del primo mattino..."CROLLO DELLA CULTURA: NIETZSCHE ERA DI DESTRA?"
Originally uploaded by RONALD MENTI
It takes your eyes to see, your heart to feel, and your soul to express.
Through these 3 things you will have achieved a masterpiece."
Aloha from Hawaii,
~Moanalani Ke`alohilani Roquette~
♪♫♫ Morandi - Angels ♪♫♫
~A Black and White Affair~
The great ones in life, the leaders, movers, and shakers in this world are often criticized when they try to make a difference. It unfortunately took Michael Jackson's death for all of us to look into our own mirror and ask ourselves this question, "Who am I and how can I change within myself to touch the world with love?"We are all polished mirrors of our own souls. Some of us just need to polish that mirror and the light will come shining through. Aloha Michael Joseph Jackson. You are LOVED. Goodbye 2009, Welcome 2010! This one is for you Michael, it is a very personal Black and White Affair.
Aloha from Hawaii,
~Moanalani Ke`alohilani Roquette~
Aloha from Hawaii,
~Moanalani Ke`alohilani Roquette~
QUADS en OASIS
Best of friends these men are to Jordi Troget Ribes because he is the very best friend to them as well.
He's got the whole world in His hands
"I" Am The "I"
OWAU NO KA "I"
"I" come forth from the void into light,
Pua mai au mai ka po iloko o ka malamalama,
"I" am the breath that nurtures life,
Owau no ka ha, ka mauli ola,
"I" am that emptiness, that hollowness beyond all consciousness,
Owau no ka poho, ke ka'ele mawaho a'e o no ike apau.
The "I", the Id, the All.
Ka I, Ke Kino Iho, na Mea Apau.
"I" draw my bow of rainbows across the waters,
Ka a'e au i ku'u pi'o o na anuenue mawaho a'e o na kai a pau,
The continuum of minds with matters.
Ka ho'omaumau o na mana'o ame na mea a pau.
"I" am the incoming and outgoing of breath,
Owau no ka "Ho", a me ka "Ha"
The invisible, untouchable breeze,
He huna ka makani nahenahe,
The undefinable atom of creation.
Ka "Hua" huna o Kumulipo.
"I" am the "I".
Owau no ka "I".
OWAU NO KA "I"
"I" come forth from the void into light,
Pua mai au mai ka po iloko o ka malamalama,
"I" am the breath that nurtures life,
Owau no ka ha, ka mauli ola,
"I" am that emptiness, that hollowness beyond all consciousness,
Owau no ka poho, ke ka'ele mawaho a'e o no ike apau.
The "I", the Id, the All.
Ka I, Ke Kino Iho, na Mea Apau.
"I" draw my bow of rainbows across the waters,
Ka a'e au i ku'u pi'o o na anuenue mawaho a'e o na kai a pau,
The continuum of minds with matters.
Ka ho'omaumau o na mana'o ame na mea a pau.
"I" am the incoming and outgoing of breath,
Owau no ka "Ho", a me ka "Ha"
The invisible, untouchable breeze,
He huna ka makani nahenahe,
The undefinable atom of creation.
Ka "Hua" huna o Kumulipo.
"I" am the "I".
Owau no ka "I".
Here is our Miracle Girl On Christmas Day!
Here is our Miracle Girl On Christmas Day!
Originally uploaded by billiefromthebeach, in Santa Fe, New Mexico
Pastorets de La Massana
I love Jordi Troguet Ribes' spirit and friendship. He is truly a kind man with a good heart and a wonderful friend. Thank you for my gift Jordi. Without it, I could not capture my photos. You are a part of me always and 4ever. Moanalani :) xoxoxo
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Merry Christmas to all that serve in the line of duty.
Hawaii loves Obama and believes in the power of change.
Aloha from Hawaii, Moanalani :)
Hawaii loves Obama and believes in the power of change.
Aloha from Hawaii, Moanalani :)
Feliz Natal : ) ¡Feliz Navidad! Merry Christmas : )
Nothing is impossible with God. He is the truth, the way, and the light.
Seek Him first and you shall never be lost again.
Seek Him first and you shall never be lost again.
Love between the stars....:)))
~Love is the only bow on life's dark cloud.
It is the Morning and the Evening Star.
It shines upon the cradle of the babe,
and sheds its radiance upon the quiet tomb.
It is the mother of Art,
inspirer of poet, patriot, and philosopher.
It is the air and light of every heart, builder of every home,
kindler of every fire on every hearth.
It was the first to dream of immortality.
It fills the world with melody,
for Music is the voice of Love.
Love is the magician, the enchanter,
that changes worthless things to joy,
and makes right royal kings and queens of common clay.
It is the perfume of the wondrous flower -- the heart
and without that sacred passion, that divine swoon,
we are less than beasts;
but with it, earth is heaven
and we are gods.~
By: Robert G. Ingersoll
♫♪♫ Sissel Pie Jesu ♪♫♫
It is the Morning and the Evening Star.
It shines upon the cradle of the babe,
and sheds its radiance upon the quiet tomb.
It is the mother of Art,
inspirer of poet, patriot, and philosopher.
It is the air and light of every heart, builder of every home,
kindler of every fire on every hearth.
It was the first to dream of immortality.
It fills the world with melody,
for Music is the voice of Love.
Love is the magician, the enchanter,
that changes worthless things to joy,
and makes right royal kings and queens of common clay.
It is the perfume of the wondrous flower -- the heart
and without that sacred passion, that divine swoon,
we are less than beasts;
but with it, earth is heaven
and we are gods.~
By: Robert G. Ingersoll
♫♪♫ Sissel Pie Jesu ♪♫♫
Nadal 2009
My dearest and oldest friend on flickr. A man I first met and have been friends with since the beginning of my time here. ILY dearly JTR! xo
Fallen #2
In my heart's sequestered chambers lie truths stripped of poets' gloss
Words alone are vain and vacant, and my heart is mute
In response to aching silence, memory summons half-heard voices
And my soul finds primal eloquence, and wraps me in song
If you would comfort me, sing me a lullaby
If you would win my heart, sing me a love song
If you would mourn me and bring me to God,
sing me a requiem, sing me to Heaven
Touch in me all love and passion, pain and pleasure
Touch in me grief and comfort, love and passion, pain and pleasure
Sing me a lullaby, a love song, a requiem
Love me, comfort me, bring me to God
Sing me a love song, sing me to Heaven
-- Jane Griner
Words alone are vain and vacant, and my heart is mute
In response to aching silence, memory summons half-heard voices
And my soul finds primal eloquence, and wraps me in song
If you would comfort me, sing me a lullaby
If you would win my heart, sing me a love song
If you would mourn me and bring me to God,
sing me a requiem, sing me to Heaven
Touch in me all love and passion, pain and pleasure
Touch in me grief and comfort, love and passion, pain and pleasure
Sing me a lullaby, a love song, a requiem
Love me, comfort me, bring me to God
Sing me a love song, sing me to Heaven
-- Jane Griner
P110509PS-0186
Seen through my Hawaiian eyes
and yours! Beautiful work :)
I am proudly Mohawk/Seneca and believe in my rights and heritage as a Naive American and Native Hawaiian.
PAINTING OF JESUS PAINTED ON SANTUARY WALL INSIDE CHAPEL, ESTIMATED ORIGINAL PAINTING WAS DONE OVER 100 YEARS AGO!
PAINTING OF JESUS PAINTED ON SANTUARY WALL INSIDE CHAPEL, ESTIMATED ORIGINAL PAINTING WAS DONE OVER 100 YEARS AGO!
Originally uploaded by billiefromthebeach, emergency leave, catching up.
Um céu nublado...
~Wild Horse~
A cimmaron sun arises
The desert rose blooms
The painted desert shines
In the sky, pink, red and blue
Wild Horse climbs
galloping into the long shadows
around yucca trees and cacti
He bathes in morning light
He watches billowy clouds
building change into haze
An azure sky and desert mirages
The smell of sage and dust
Wild Horse looks back
at reds, yellows, greens and blues
He crosses arroyos
around ravines towards a rocky bluff
He hears the distant thunder
It rumbles as lightning flashes
Purple turns black over the mountains
The breeze becomes a dry wind
He gallops away towards the arid scape
Dust devils dance in the horizon
The wind in his face whistling
The heat subsides, mirages disappear
Colors wash over him
They run and fade together
like rain evaporating
The desert thirsts for a drink
Long shadows shorten
The mountains speak of power
He runs now among the granite
He climbs another bluff
He sees a cloud of dust arise
He hears horses hooves and whinnies
They answer him as twilight falls
Bulbous clouds fade into velvet
He gazes into the sky
The stars appear in his sight
They meet him there upon the bluff
greeting him snorting and pawing
He greets the herd high spirited
rearing and throwing his head
They follow him as he gallops off
Wild Horse is free
by Dale Clark
A cimmaron sun arises
The desert rose blooms
The painted desert shines
In the sky, pink, red and blue
Wild Horse climbs
galloping into the long shadows
around yucca trees and cacti
He bathes in morning light
He watches billowy clouds
building change into haze
An azure sky and desert mirages
The smell of sage and dust
Wild Horse looks back
at reds, yellows, greens and blues
He crosses arroyos
around ravines towards a rocky bluff
He hears the distant thunder
It rumbles as lightning flashes
Purple turns black over the mountains
The breeze becomes a dry wind
He gallops away towards the arid scape
Dust devils dance in the horizon
The wind in his face whistling
The heat subsides, mirages disappear
Colors wash over him
They run and fade together
like rain evaporating
The desert thirsts for a drink
Long shadows shorten
The mountains speak of power
He runs now among the granite
He climbs another bluff
He sees a cloud of dust arise
He hears horses hooves and whinnies
They answer him as twilight falls
Bulbous clouds fade into velvet
He gazes into the sky
The stars appear in his sight
They meet him there upon the bluff
greeting him snorting and pawing
He greets the herd high spirited
rearing and throwing his head
They follow him as he gallops off
Wild Horse is free
by Dale Clark
True Love's Kiss
~Love is the only bow on life's dark cloud.
It is the Morning and the Evening Star.
It shines upon the cradle of the babe,
and sheds its radiance upon the quiet tomb.
It is the mother of Art,
inspirer of poet, patriot, and philosopher.
It is the air and light of every heart, builder of every home,
kindler of every fire on every hearth.
It was the first to dream of immortality.
It fills the world with melody,
for Music is the voice of Love.
Love is the magician, the enchanter,
that changes worthless things to joy,
and makes right royal kings and queens of common clay.
It is the perfume of the wondrous flower -- the heart
and without that sacred passion, that divine swoon,
we are less than beasts;
but with it, earth is heaven
and we are gods.~
By: Robert G. Ingersoll
♫♪♫ Sissel Pie Jesu ♪♫♫
Quatro homens bem montados
"Suddenly, quietly, you realize that - from this moment forth - you will no longer walk through this life alone. Like a new sun this awareness arises within you, freeing you from fear, opening your life. It is the beginning of love, and the end of all that came before."
~Robert Frost~
~Robert Frost~
To Be or Not to be HIV-positive
This is really good work and a nice photograph. :)
Congratulations from an Admin of The Secret Garden group
This wonderful image deserves a THE SECRET GARDEN award.
Congratulations from an Admin of The Secret Garden group
This wonderful image deserves a THE SECRET GARDEN award. 
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