Archive for the ‘Love’ Tag
Couple Watching the Sunset on the Sea of Cortés Shore in Puerto Peñasco — Image by kenne
The sun sinks into its own silence.
No myth, no god—just heat and gravity
doing their patient work.
The couple, small in the vast geometry,
watch without speaking,
and for once
the scale feels right:
love and ocean,
each immense,
each ending.
— kenne
Kenne & Joy
Still Together
To remain is not to resist change,
but to deepen within it.
Love matures as stone does—
weathered, patient,
gaining beauty from what it endures.
Two souls, shaped by the same years,
learning that care
is the purest form of desire.
— kenne
Rose Image by kenne
I wish I were a scarlet rose
so you might lift me in your hands
and pull me to your snowy breasts.
— Byzantine, fourth to sixth century
At 40, Franz Kafka (1883-1924), who never married and had no children, walked through the park in Berlin when
he met a girl who was crying because she had lost her favourite doll. She and Kafka searched for the doll unsuccessfully.
Kafka told her to meet him there the next day and they would come back to look for her.
The next day, when they had not yet found the doll, Kafka gave the girl a letter “written” by the doll saying “please don’t cry.
I took a trip to see the world. I will write to you about my adventures.”
Thus began a story which continued until the end of Kafka’s life.
During their meetings, Kafka read the letters of the doll carefully written with adventures and conversations that the girl found adorable.
Finally, Kafka brought back the doll (he bought one) that had returned to Berlin.
“It doesn’t look like my doll at all,” said the girl.
Kafka handed her another letter in which the doll wrote: “my travels have changed me.”
the little girl hugged the new doll and brought the doll with her to her happy home.
A year later Kafka died.
Many years later, the now-adult girl found a letter inside the doll. In the tiny letter signed by Kafka it was written:
“Everything you love will probably be lost, but in the end, love will return in another way.”
Embrace the change. It’s inevitable for growth. Together we can shift pain into wonder and love,
but it is up to us to consciously and intentionally create that connection.
— from Humanity, Posted by Actbiggy
Joy Sketched– Art by kenne
My heart leaps up
when my eyes
gaze on her face.
— kenne
Arizona Fleabane — Image by kenne
“I am very interested in the behavior of art rather than the achievement of art.
I see all the arts as apprenticeships for the big art of our lives.”
— Paulus Berensohn
Centerpiece Painting by kenne
The way to live life is to love many things.
Photo-Artistry by kenne
I give to you a bouquet of flowers
in the name of my love for you
on this day and our days to come.
— kenne
A White Rose To Joy On Our Anniversary — Photo-Artistry by kenne
The White Rose
The red rose whispers of passion,
And the white rose breathes of love;
O, the red rose is a falcon,
And the white rose is a dove.
But I send you a cream-white rosebud
With a flush on its petal tips;
For the love that is purest and sweetest
Has a kiss of desire on the lips.
— John Boyle O’Reilly
Photo-Artistry by kenne
Have a blessed holiday filled with happiness, love, and faith.
Sisters, Jeri and Joy (January 4, 2007) — Image by kenne
“Acquaintances were always on their best behavior,
but sisters loved each other enough to say anything.”
— Lauren Weisberger
Mt. Lemmon Western Sneezeweed — Image by kenne
The Dominant Themes of Life
Time present
Time past
Time Future
Timelessness
Identity
Memory
Consciousness
Humility
Place
Love
— kenne
Yellow Cactus Blossoms — Tiled Gallery by kenne
Suffering occurs when we want
other people to love us in the way
that we imagine we want to be loved,
and not in the way that love should manifest itself
— free and untrammeled,
guiding us with its force and driving us on.
— Paulo Coelho
“There’s More To The Picture Than Meets The Eye”
— Neil Young
Kenne & Joy Many, Many Years Ago –Those Were The Days!
We are not alone.
The world is changing,
and we are part of that transformation.
The angels guide and protect us.
— Paulo Coelho
