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Sonoran Street   Leave a comment

Sonoran Street — Image by kenne

The picture was there
in my mind,
it always had been
to capture it
I must first find it.

Suddenly,
the scene was set
repeating
what was now scripted.

— kenne

Sonoran Door   2 comments

Sonoran Door — Image by kenne

It is not possible to know oneself at the moment in time.
Know thyself is always a kind of incompleteness,
which changes throughout life. Existence is a process
and the goal of knowing thyself to be identical with this process.

— kenne

Posted January 1, 2021 by kenneturner in Alamos Mexico, Information

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The Secret Place Where Lovers Meet   Leave a comment

Alamos Stairway — Image by kenne

“Mine the long night
The secret place
Where lovers meet
In long embrace
In purple dark
In silvered kiss
Forget the world
And grasp your bliss”

― A.S. Byatt, Possession

Hacienda de los Santos Setting Room   2 comments

Hacienda de los Santos Setting Room-art-72Hacienda de los Santos Setting Room — Photo-Artistry by kenne

there was a large vase.
a very special vase
in a very special place.
a very pretty vase
part poetry, part decor.

— kenne

 

“Vida efimera”   Leave a comment

Hacienda de los Santos Libby-72

Hacienda de los Santos Lobby (Alamos, Sonora) — Images by kenne

We came only to sleep, we came only to dream:

it is not true, it is not true that we came to

live on earth.

We came to turn ourselves into springtime grass:

our hearts come to life again, they open their

corollas,

our body is a flower: it gives some flowers and

withers.

— from “Vida efimera” (Ephemeral life)

Alamos Patio — Hacienda de los Santos   Leave a comment

Alamos Patio-72Alamos Patio (Hacienda de los Santos) — Photo-Artistry by kenne

We share tequila

A dash of salt and lemon —

Love potion nectar.

— kenne

Hacienda de los Santos Parlor   Leave a comment

Hacienda de los Santos Parlor-72Hacienda de los Santos Parlor (Alamos, Mexico) — Image by kenne

gate of our being, awaken me, bring dawn,
grant that I see the face of the living day,
grant that I see the face of this live night,
everything speaks now, everything is transformed,
O arch of blood, bridge of our pulse beating,
carry me through to the far side of this night….

gateway of being: open your being, awaken,
learn then to be, begin to carve your face,
develop your elements, and keep your vision
keen to look at my face, as I at yours,
keen to look full at life right through to death,
faces of sea, of bread, of rock, of fountain,
the spring of origin which will dissolve our faces
in the nameless face, existence without face
the inexpressible presence of presences…

— from “Sunstone,” by Octavio Paz

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