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The silver swan, who, living had no note, When death approached unlocked her silent throat. - Orlando Gibbons

The swans go on the path of the sun, they go through the ether by means of their miraculous power; the wise are led out of this world, when they have conquered Mâra and his train. - Friedrich Max Muller

The evening advanced. The shadows lengthened. The waters of the lake grew pitchy black. The gliding of the ghostly swans became rare and more rare. - Wilkie Collins

I was suddenly drawn to the idea of Swans today, so that is what you got! Hope all are well in this New Year. Blessed Be.

Sorrows gather around great souls as storms do around mountains; but, like them, they break the storm and purify the air of the plain beneath them. - Jean Paul Richter (German Novelist and Humorist 1763-1825)

No life can be barren which hears the whisper of the wind in the branches, or the voice of the sea as it breaks upon the shore; and no soul can lack happiness looking up to the midnight stars. - William Forrest Winter (Armenian Governor and Lawyer b. 1923)

Blessed Be.

If winter is slumber and spring is birth, and summer is life, then autumn rounds out to be reflection. It's a time of year when the leaves are down and the harvest is in and the perennials are gone. Mother Earth just closed up the drapes on another year and it's time to reflect on what's come before. - Mitchell Burgess

There's a red leaf that falls from a purple tree, it falls, it floats down. One red leaf against a clear blue sky, it floats down. Past the marble in the lobby and the geese in flight. To the darkening river in the autumn light. Where it touches down, O like a great bird landing. - Jane Siberry

May you have warm words on a cold evening, a full moon on a dark night and a smooth road all the way to your door.

Blessed Be.

Ye hooded witches, baleful shapes that moan,
Quench your fantastic lanterns and be still;
For now the moon through heaven sails alone,
Shedding her peaceful rays from hill to hill.
The faun from out his dim and secret place
Draws nigh the darkling pool and from his dream
Half-wakens, seeing there his sylvan face
Reflected, and the wistful eyes that gleam.

To his cold lips he sets the pipe to blow
Some drowsy note that charms the listening air:
The dryads from their trees come down and creep
Near to his side; monotonous and low,
He plays and plays till at the woodside there
Stirs to the voice of everlasting sleep.

Night-Piece - Siegfried Sassoon
Blessed Be.

When the last colours of the day
Have from their burning ebbed away,
About that ruin, cold and lone,
The cricket shrills from stone to stone;
And scattering o'er its darkened green,
Bands of fairies may be seen,
Clattering like grasshoppers, their feet
Dancing a thistledown dance round it:
While the great gold of the mild moon
Tinges their tiny acorn shoon.
The Ruin - Walter De La Mare

Art thou pale for weariness
Of climbing heaven and gazing on the earth,
Wandering companionless
Among the stars that have a different birth,
And ever changing, like a joyless eye
That finds no object worth its constancy?
Art Thou Pale For Weariness - Percy Bysshe Shelley

Blessed Be.

The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and all science. He to whom this emotion is a stranger, who can no longer pause to wonder and stand rapt in awe, is as good as dead: his eyes are closed. - Albert Einstein (German born American Physicist 1879-1955)

Beauty is an all-pervading presence. It unfolds to the numberless flowers of the Spring; it waves in the branches of the trees and in the green blades of grass; it haunts the depths of the earth and the sea, and gleams out in the hues of the shell and the precious stone. And not only these minute objects, but the ocean, the mountains, the clouds, the heavens, the stars, the rising and the setting sun all overflow with beauty. The universe is its temple; and those people who are alive to it can not lift their eyes without feeling themselves encompassed with it on every side. - William Ellery Channing (American moralist, Unitarian Clergyman and Author 1780-1842)

Blessed Be.

Winter is an etching, Spring a watercolor, Summer an oil painting and Autumn a mosaic of them all. - Stanley Horowitz

“Meditate. Live Purely. Be Quiet. Do your work with mastery. Like the Moon, come out from behind the clouds! Shine. - Buddha (Hindu Prince Gautama Siddharta, the Founder of Buddhism, 563 BC - 483 BC)

Hope everyone is well. Blessed Be.

And above all, watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you because the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places. Those who don't believe in magic will never find it. - Roald Dahl



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