“You never know when someone will catch a dream from you. You never know when that little word or something you do opens the windows of the mind that seeks the light. The way you live doesn’t matter at all…but it might. So just in case, it could be that another’s life through you might possibly change for the better, with a broader and brighter view, it seems it might be worth a try at pointing the way to the right…of course it may not matter at all…but you never know it might.”
— Author Unknown —

Old love

The question asked,
” Is there anything more beautiful in life
than a boy and girl
clasping hands and pure hearts in the path of marriage?
Can there be anything more beautiful than young love? “

And the answer given.
“Yes, there is a more beautiful thing.
It is the spectacle of an old man and an old woman
finishing their journey together on that path.
Their hands are gnarled, but still clasped;
their faces are seamed, but still radiant;
their hearts are physically bowed and tired,
but still strong with love and devotion for one another.
Yes there is a more beautiful thing than young love.
Old love.”

-Author Unknown

Britzer Garden Tulipan Festival ’08

The Invitation

It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living.
I want to know what you ache for
and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.

It doesn’t interest me how old you are.
I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool
for love
for your dream
for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon…
I want to know if you have touched the centre of your own sorrow
if you have been opened by life’s betrayals
or have become shriveled and closed
from fear of further pain.

I want to know if you can sit with pain
mine or your own
without moving to hide it
or fade it
or fix it.

I want to know if you can be with joy
mine or your own
if you can dance with wildness
and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes
without cautioning us
to be careful
to be realistic
to remember the limitations of being human.

It doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling me
is true.
I want to know if you can
disappoint another
to be true to yourself.
If you can bear the accusation of betrayal
and not betray your own soul.
If you can be faithless
and therefore trustworthy.

I want to know if you can see Beauty
even when it is not pretty
every day.
And if you can source your own life
from its presence.

I want to know if you can live with failure
yours and mine
and still stand at the edge of the lake
and shout to the silver of the full moon,
“Yes.”

It doesn’t interest me
to know where you live or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up
after the night of grief and despair
weary and bruised to the bone
and do what needs to be done
to feed the children.

It doesn’t interest me who you know
or how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand
in the centre of the fire
with me
and not shrink back.

It doesn’t interest me where or what or with whom
you have studied.
I want to know what sustains you
from the inside
when all else falls away.

I want to know if you can be alone
with yourself
and if you truly like the company you keep
in the empty moments.

— Copyright © 1994 by Oriah Mountain Dreamer

Park Sanssouci Potsdam

Taking pictures before is simply taking photos for albums and memories. Not until aileen introduced us  and inspired us by making this photography class in multiply. In every photos we submitted we see beauty in it, we admired every take, it is not only pictures this time, but photos that inspired and involved every person in it. It defines us.

Thanks ai for letting us see beauty and soul in every photographs. You are an inspiration.

Werder'08

The natural flights of the human mind are not from pleasure to pleasure, but from hope to hope.

- Johnson Samuel

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Sunset at Czech Republic

I see beauty and stories in every photo i take. In every click i share an expression of myself, my feelings and emotions, my soul. – Mahrislie