Weekend 97

My weekend begins with this glorious image

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Today at 2:20 am

HEARTWORK

Each day is born with a sunrise
and ends in a sunset, the same way we
open our eyes to see the light,
and close them to hear the dark.
You have no control over
how your story begins or ends.
But by now, you should know that
all things have an ending.
Every spark returns to darkness.
Every sound returns to silence.
And every flower returns to sleep
with the earth.
The journey of the sun
and moon is predictable.
But yours,
is your ultimate
ART.
~ Suzy Kassem

to be continued …

Good old days – 1

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The coffee and the cakes… muaaah!

Every place is a goldmine. You have only to give yourself time, sit in a teahouse watching the passers-by, stand in a corner of the market, go for a haircut. You pick up a thread – a word, a meeting, a friend of a friend of someone you have just met – and soon the most insipid, most insignificant place becomes a mirror of the world, a window on life, a theatre of humanity. ~ Tiziano Terzani (A Fortune-Teller Told Me: Earthbound Travels in the Far East)

Guess the place 🙂

Hope

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Hope is sweet.
Hope is illumining.
Hope is fulfilling.
Hope can be everlasting.
Therefore, do not give up hope,
Even in the sunset of your life.
~ Sri Chinmoy (My Life’s Soul-Journey: Daily Meditations for Ever-Increasing Spiritual Fulfillment)