Love is in the air, everywhere I look around
Love is in the air, every sight and every sound
And I don’t know if I’m being foolish
Don’t know if I’m being wise
But it’s something that I must believe in
And it’s there when I look in your eyes
Love is in the air, in the whisper of the tree
Love is in the air, in the thunder of the sea
And I don’t know if I’m just dreaming
Don’t know if I feel safe
But it’s something that I must believe in
And it’s there when you call out my name
Love is in the air
Love is in the air
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Love is in the air, in the rising of the sun
Love is in the air, when the day is nearly done
And I don’t know if you’re illusion
Don’t know if I see truth
But you’re something that I must believe in
And you’re there when I reach out…
Two Bees On A Cactus Blossom — Photo-Artistry by kenne
“She had blue skin,
And so did he.
He kept it hid
And so did she.
They searched for blue
Their whole life through,
Then passed right by-
And never knew.”
A cactus blossom greeting early morning walkers as the sun rises casting long shadows across the Catalinas, opening not as a rose lasting for days providing only one brief moment passing by I share the moment.
You have taken this picture a hundred times and you will take it again when its as time comes. Each flower is like a snow flake, unique to itself, molded by the light and darkness of time, given movement by the spinning wind and moisten by the gentle desert winter rains. Yes, the blossom may look familiar because your mind’s eye is reminding you of other intimate moments when you were taken by its beauty, but this time you bring new subjective experiences of time adding to your excitement as you observe the mystery and the awe of the cactus blossom.
There are no extra pieces in the universe. Everyone is here because he or she has a place to fill, and every piece must fit itself into the big jigsaw puzzle.