Divine Elegance

 

Namaste to all our readers. These beautiful, and colourful creatures grace the corners of the Stratford Butterfly Farm, in Warwickshire, England. Life, as we well know, expresses divine elegance through infinite diversity in infinite combinations. The fish know only water, while the snake belongs to earth. The frog can find a home on earth, and in the water too. Butterflys seek sanctuary both on earth and in the air.

We people walk, and cook. We swim, and fly. Above all else, we know. Five creative elements are fused in us in living sync.

While the immature prince of Denmark, seen contemplating his existence in a stone image, was created in the imagination of a human, who can even begin to conceive of the scope of the imagination of the creator of the human?

And, though we share some small similarity with the shape of the contemplative frog, and some folk choose to stoop as low as snakes, while others act as cold as fish. We are all born, like the caterpillar, with the capability of becoming something extraordinary, and beautiful.

Thank you for stopping by to read. Until next time, peace from Amras.

 

“Two things awe me most, the starry sky above me

 and the moral law within me.”

Immanuel Kant.

 

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Féileacán ~ ag Amanda O Maoldhomnaigh

 

 

Photography©Amanda Moloney.

 

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The Other Two Towers

Greetings. I hope you all found time to enjoy your solstice. I have been through a painful health issue in the last few days. Fear not though, because I remain unconcerned. The above pics are the second in our new London collection. I sincerely hope you like them. 

There are features in these pics familiar to folk who have never even been to England. 

For myself, I like to visualise this place as having clean air, with clean water, and clean new machines that may require the spark of fire – plus peaceful people; who are at peace with their station on the green earth.  

I hope you might share this vision I hold in the ethers for these noisy places which are situated all over the world; and thereby may those particular two towers remain worthy to stand, perhaps, for a few generations more.

Until next time, be steadfast, and abide in peace.

May the Light of Love radiate from the very centre of every atom that lies within every molecule of every cell in your loving body.

Photography ©Amanda Moloney.

This post is dedicated to study of The Fifth Element.

More Wings and Water

We’re back, that was quick, but I was keen to share some more soothing pics from Weybridge with you. This time we end with a very different pair of wings. Please enjoy.

If one would realize that the world of God, His splendor and magnificence, are to be seen in the wise and the foolish, in the good and the bad, then one would think tolerantly and reverently of all mankind, knowing that it represents the messenger, as the messenger represents God.

Pir-o-Murshid Inayat Khan.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Photography©Amanda Moloney.

 

In The Waiting

 

These beautiful tropical fish, and koi carp live in England, in a village called Matlock Bath. I find it very relaxing to watch fish going about their affairs. There is an inner stillness felt when so absorbed. I used to do a little snorkeling in the mediterranean during my pre-disabled years, and was often astonished by some of the antics of sea creatures.

Once a group of tiddlers* swam hugging my left side. They followed me this way until a hapless solitary fish swam just a little too close to my right side. In the blink of an eye the hidden group were feasting on it. Clever little fellows.

Fish know nothing of Christmas, and do not anticipate a time of giving and receiving. Yet they are not sad. Perhaps that is one reason why they can be so relaxing to watch.

My thanks, as always, to all readers and followers. I hope you enjoy this post. I would like to take this opportunity to ask that we send our love on the winds now to all those who will be alone this Christmas. May the inner meaning of Christmas overtake the seedy exploitation we see ever more in all our hearts.

Until next time, and may it be soon. Peace from Amras.

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“I said to my soul, be still and wait without hope

For hope would be hope for the wrong thing; wait without love

For love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith

But the faith and the love and the hope are all in the waiting.

Wait without thought, for you are not yet ready for thought:

So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing.”

T.S. Elliot.

 

*Please excuse my non latin nomenclature.

Photography ©Amanda Moloney.

The Golden Season

Greetings from this writer. These pics are dedicated to those good readers who have sent healing wishes my way. The last five pics were taken one week later than the others, and I think it’s easy to see how fast the golden season encroaches.

Since returning, after experiencing a difficult summer, to a relatively manageable physical state, I am taking every opportunity, while it lasts, to  get out and capture local scenery at its best. If heaven permits, I will continue.

By the way, I hope you liked the alternative picture format, and I hope too to return very soon.

With thanks from me. Peace, and Namaste.

 

A Book of Verses underneath the Bough,
 A Jug of Wine, a Loaf of Bread—and Thou,
Beside me singing in the Wilderness,
 And oh, Wilderness is Paradise now.

Omar Khayyám

 

 

 

 

 

Photography©Francis Moloney.