Tuesday, October 8, 2013

Tempus anima rei;



A glimpse into time...

Yesterday time was spend, tomorrow time will be spend, today grasp it with both hands. Ts

Today this moment of time is precious if you make it so.Ts

I like time it always returns.Ts

Time heals, but just skin deep.Ts


Tempus anima rei
Time is the soul of things.


©Photo/Text Ts /Titania's Pellucidity


 I sit beside the fire and think 
Of all that I have seen
Of meadow flowers and butterflies
In summers that have been

Of yellow leaves and gossamer
In autumns that there were
With morning mist and silver sun
And wind upon my hair

I sit beside the fire and think
Of how the world will be
When winter comes without a spring 
That I shall ever see

For still there are so many things
That I have never seen
In every wood in every spring
There is a different green

I sit beside the fire and think
Of people long ago
And people that will see a world
That I shall never know

But all the while I sit and think
Of times there were before
I listen for returning feet 
And voices at the door” 
J.R.R. Tolkien

Thank you dear J.R.R. Tolkien for your beautiful poetry.



Wild rose/ my garden/

Saturday, September 7, 2013

Nosce te ipsum;



Wisdom;

Generally wisdom can be achieved  by listening, by watching, by  reading by imitation and  by your own experience which is the one learned with tears.

Wisdom begins when you wonder about things. When you arrive at wisdom’s door you find little pieces of it  everywhere, like a puzzle they fit into your mind. Thoughts are making sense and pleasure fills your heart and soul.
  Ts Titania's Pellucidity Book of Hours

Socrates said it wisely and it is comforting to know…the only true wisdom is knowing one knows nothing.



Nosce te ipsum 
Know thyself


©Photo/Text  Ts


Saturday, August 17, 2013

Pecunia emere non felicitatem;



The  secret  of true happiness, does it exist?
You  can not pursue happiness by surrounding yourself with many and always new material things. Happiness is fickle it wants to be fed with the right food. A new gold watch, is beautiful and might feed your happiness for a week, or perhaps longer, certainly you will be pleased and think this is happiness. When the newness wears off, as it happens with all material treasures, as nice as they are,  your happiness starts to wane and whine for new stuff.  What ever you buy to satisfy your happiness will work only short-term then your feelings will return, perhaps just to pleasant satisfaction. The secret of happiness is buried deep inside you and you have to look around you and see and feel and saviour the smallest offerings of nature. Pick up a stone and hold it in your hand and wonder about it…pick a leaf or a flower and wonder about it, look around you and find the smallest of wonders and one’s you have mastered to look and see and feel, you are one step closer to happiness. You will feel it in your inner self, a calmness, pleasure in the smallest things, when you look up to the sky you will be enchanted by its changing colours, and the heavenly muddle of clouds. A shimmering intensity of  early morning, pale light, gauzy grasses  still wet with dew. Enjoy the everyday small pleasures, don’t hurry to the gaming table of envy and pursuit of goals which are gone tomorrow and leave you empty inside and out. Your life is full of pleasure and happiness if you take the time to find it. Nature is  wonderful with its free gifts to true happiness. Ts


Pecunia emere non felicitatem;  Money does not buy happiness.


©Photo my garden/Text Ts

Monday, July 22, 2013

Qui scribit bis legit.



A book is a good friend. 
Let’s you  relax,  in its wondrous world of words. 
 Pushes away the mundane. 
Like a  secret garden 
 it conjures up memories, long forgotten, 
images of escape.
Tender longings for sweet summer days, 
 white out winter’s, stormy nights; 
 forgotten words  in subtle harmony find their way into your inner self. Ts

Qui scribit bis legit.  He who writes reads twice.


© Ts
Photo/ Yellow Brugmansia my garden/ Text


Saturday, July 6, 2013

Nemo dat quod non habet;


My garden;


 Standing at the open window
looking  at the sun and the clouds,
a soft shadow holds its own in your eyes,
I see you  smile
I hear you breathing.
It is one of many Sundays.  Ts


Nnemo dat quod non habet 
No one gives what he does not have.


©Photo/Text Ts



Thursday, June 13, 2013

Ignotum per ignotius;




Nights are made of dreams,
Darkness skims forgotten words,
haunts 
daytime hymns,
sighs and moans;
perform 
A  nightly world of screams. Ts

Ignotum per ignotius; Unknown by means of the more unknown;



©Photo/Text Ts




Monday, May 27, 2013

Non est vivere sed valere vita est;



Light and darkness are kin,
Life focuses on both.
A maze of shades from darkness to light
Equal in human existence,
Reveal  and ease  the burden of why and how. Ts



Non est vivere sed valere vita est;  Life means more than just being alive. 



©Photo, early morning in the garden; Text  Ts

Sunday, May 12, 2013

O tempora! O mores!

Valanga irregularis; my garden;

Humans have put themselves on a pedestal. Humans are unbelievably arrogant and hypocritical beings. 
 Humans cause every other living being immense damage and show no respect at all. 
 Damage and destroy each other with wars, killing, maiming, take callously advantage of the weaker.
 Lying about everything  not suited into  humans thinking of their own grand’ness and goodness. Humans can turn atrocities into goodness with a silver tongue.
Humans had the ultimate, brilliant idea to harness gods to sanction or forgive their ugly deeds. Humans  have  invented an eternal life for  themselves. Fortunately nature is kind and treats all the same, ones their greatness on earth has expired. Some may lay in marble sarcophagus clad in robes of gold, some may be thrown into mass graves, in the end nothing changes the make up of the atoms they all will integrate again, crown or no crown, nature does not care for humans alleged greatness. When we are dead we have ceased to live, nature has been much, much cleverer then we are; despite our knowledge, our meddlings,  and the grand medals we give ourselves for our exceptionalism. Ts


O tempora! O mores! 
Oh, what times we live in! Oh, what morals!


©Photo/Text Ts

Friday, April 26, 2013

Sui generis;


Pink rose, old rose of silky hues
gone are the days of dancing under stars;
No foolish laughter, no singing voice
clings to the heavy boughs to pay their dues.




Pink rose, old rose, sad rose
wait for a breath of morning dew;
 Your time and ancient ways
of hope and subtle dreams to woo.



Red rose pink rose, sad rose,
petals fall and withered; 
Silver splendour, golden shine 
abandoned unconsidered.  Titania



Sui generis "Of its own kind," unique;

©Photos/text Ts

Tuesday, April 9, 2013

Vero nihil verius;


Photo/fungi, my garden;



Doubt and wisdom go hand in hand. 
To doubt means to question. 
 Questions open  possibilities to find  knowledge and truth. Titania




Science is organized knowledge. Wisdom is organized life.  .Emanuel Kant



Vero nihil verius; Nothing truer than truth

© Photo/text Ts





Sunday, March 24, 2013

Poma aut matura cadunt aut immatura leguntur;


The rose
 a joyful sight 
beauty to behold
she blows and fades
 the petals fall
 There she goes.  Titania


Poma aut matura cadunt aut immatura leguntur
Fruits either fall when they are ripe or are gathered before they're ripe.



©Photo/my garden/Text/Ts


Wednesday, March 6, 2013

Alea iacta est;



Every human, for a short span of time, is part  of something we call Earth.
Every other creature is part of this Earth as well. 
Nature enfolds us all with its reign of beauty and awe.
 What are we doing  with this wonderful  thing called the World. 
We trample it to death,
We treat all the other creatures badly; 
We treat nature badly;
Everything in nature is selfish, the survival of the fittest.
We humans demonstrate this trait very well, that we might destroy ourselves in the process does not enter our fantastic plans.
We love ourselves best and the ones which are nearest to us. 
Each human creates a sanctuary around  himself, 
This restricts compassion for any other living being.
As long as humans are not breaking out of their selfish prison, they will muddle on in a decaying world. Titania





Alea iacta est. The die is cast.





©Photo/text Ts


Wednesday, February 13, 2013

Saecula saeculorum;




For ever and ever
Spring returns with a crystal breeze,
Summer follows awash in blue,
Autumn turns into reddish gold,
Winter aches in a chilling freeze,
For ever and ever   Titania



Saecula saeculorum; for ever and ever;


©Photo/text Ts



Wednesday, January 30, 2013

Non semper erit aestas;


Swallowtails in my garden;



Hope, the dream of reason; Titania

Non semper erit aestas;  It will not always be summer


©Photo/text Ts








Sunday, January 13, 2013

Minima maxima sunt;



Moonlight, teases  and caresses  the palm leaves swaying  gently to the rhythm of  the cast shadows; the mournful call of the rainbird adds sensuality to the advancing dawn. Titania




Minima maxima sunt; 
The smallest things are most important;



©Photo/text Ts




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Sunday, January 6, 2013

Custode et cura natura potentior omni;



Summer
scent of Citriodora
long grey limbs, smooth,
peeling, 
stockings crumpled,
foliage,
 fragrance of lemon peel
straight and tall reaching up into 
melodramatic shrillness of the cicada’s song.
Titania




Custode et cura natura potentior omni.  Nature is beyond all teaching.


©Photo/text/my garden/Ts


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