Archive for the ‘Thomas Moore’ Tag
De Anza Trail In Southern Arizona Near Tubac, Arizona — Image by kenne
“We need people in our lives with whom we can be as open as possible.
To have real conversations with people may seem like such a simple,
obvious suggestion, but it involves courage and risk.”
— Thomas Moore
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Artist In The Field — Photo-Artistry by kenne
“As the poets and painters of centuries have tried to tell us, art is not about the expression
of talent or the making of pretty things. It is about the preservation and containment of soul.
It is about arresting life and making it available for contemplation. Art captures the eternal
in the everyday, and it is the eternal that feeds soul—the whole world in a grain of sand. Leonardo”
— Thomas Moore (Care of The Soul)
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Fall Landscape — Photo-Artistry by kenne
“It is precisely because we resist
the darkness in ourselves
that we miss the depths
of the loveliness, beauty,
brilliance, creativity, and joy
that lie at our core.”
— Thomas Moore
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Joy — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Came but for friendship, and took away love.
— Thomas Moore
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Clear for Landing — Computer Art by kenne
“. . . to the soul,
the most minute details
and the most ordinary activities,
carried out with mindfulness and art,
have an effect far beyond
their apparent insignificance.”
— Thomas Moore
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Mountain Fenceline — Image by kenne
“We need people in our lives with whom we can be as open as possible.
To have real conversations with people may seem like such a simple,
obvious suggestion, but it involves courage and risk.”
— Thomas Moore
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Desert Mariposa Lily — Images by kenne
The Meeting of the Waters
by
Thomas Moore
There is not in the wide world a valley so sweet
As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet;
Oh! the last rays of feeling and life must depart,
Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart.
Yet it was not that nature had shed o’er the scene
Her purest of crystal and brightest of green;
‘Twas not her soft magic of streamlet or hill,
Oh! no, — it was something more exquisite still.
‘Twas that friends, the beloved of my bosom, were near,
Who made every dear scene of enchantment more dear,
And who felt how the best charms of nature improve,
When we see them reflected from looks that we love.
Sweet vale of Avoca! how calm could I rest
In thy bosom of shade, with the friends I love best,
Where the storms that we feel in this cold world should cease,
And our hearts, like thy waters, be mingled in peace.
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Becoming is Superior to Being 