Saturday, 30 May 2015

Bright little day stars

Bright little day stars
Scattered all over the earth...

Martha Lavinia Hoffman, To the Flowers

Gathering the flowers for The black herbarium.



Thursday, 28 May 2015

To announce the coming of light


At dawn I unite with the breeze
To announce the coming of light;
At eventide I join the birds
In bidding the light farewell.

The plains are decorated with
My beautiful colors, and the air
Is scented with my fragrance.

As I embrace Slumber the eyes of
Night watch over me, and as I
Awaken I stare at the sun, which is
The only eye of the day.

I drink dew for wine, and hearken to
The voices of the birds, and dance
To the rhythmic swaying of the grass.

I am the lover's gift; I am the wedding wreath;
I am the memory of a moment of happiness;
I am the last gift of the living to the dead;
I am a part of joy and a part of sorrow.

But I look up high to see only the light,
And never look down to see my shadow.
This is wisdom which man must learn.

Khalil Gibran, Song of the Flower XXIII

Wednesday, 6 May 2015

Honolulu Film Awards | Francesca | Award

"Francesca" wins Gold Kahuna Award at Honolulu Film Awards in Hawaii

I am the daughter of the elements



I am a kind word uttered and repeated
By the voice of Nature;
I am a star fallen from the
Blue tent upon the green carpet.
I am the daughter of the elements
With whom Winter conceived;
To whom Spring gave birth; I was
Reared in the lap of Summer and I
Slept in the bed of Autumn.

Khalil Gibran, Song of the Flower XXIII

Friday, 1 May 2015

Mexico Int'l Film Festival | Francesca | Award

"Francesca" wins Golden Palm Award at Mexico International Film Festival


Song on May Morning

Now the bright morning-star, Day’s harbinger,
Comes dancing from the East, and leads with her
The flowery May, who from her green lap throws
The yellow cowslip and the pale primrose.
Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire
Mirth, and youth, and warm desire!
Woods and groves are of thy dressing;
Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing.
Thus we salute thee with our early song,
And welcome thee, and wish thee long.

John Milton