Questions upon hearing from Zar, friend from Mandalay - September 2017
Zar,thank you for the provoking ideas on science and art, the eternal quest to resolve. Perhaps two may become one, united, like a relationship??
What if…left and right brain unite in bliss and
Lead with the heart? Shocking odyssey of Greek revivals.
What permutations of science and art together coalesce
into a wholeness of Being that know art and science as one?
How does the art of nothingness, fullness become isness?
Image result for fireflies in summer
Spice for Science
Like chive or onion plants waving emerald wands
Life searches and makes its own shadow, even the lowly onion…
A spice for science and zest for artistic renderings!
Onion or grass, sun and starlight
Flicker beams of light, tip toe of absolute
Register, a roll call of quants and quaints,
Creative mastery, like an artist's brush
Who winnows chives and starlight
And casts beams of fullness, blue
Aquamarine lanterns of knowledge, crest jewel
Of pathless path.
All glory to unbounded fullness unfettered by
Bronze amalaries or brush strokes of lantern fireflies…
Friday, September 29, 2017
Friday, February 8, 2013
Magic of Marfa, Texas
West Texas Weekly reports from Rice University Professor of Architecture, Carlos Jimenez, who spoke at the Marfa Architecture + Design Symposium this week-end, suggesting the Far West Texas town is a place
“you come to discover something.” Indeed the magic of Marfa--the Marfa lights alone intrigue...whirls in the
silence and beauty of the panoramic landscapes. Jimenez's statements spring from an artistic bent:
“Sometimes it is about vastness, beauty, stillness,
time, sharpness, distance,
light or woven together as in
vastness of light or stillness of time.
Marfa becomes a marvelous chess game for these attributes.” GO BIG BEND!!! Check mate the king or queen.
Worth viewing: dusk in Big Bend country on the fringes of Marfa.
UFO Home
Clouds of light pulse
In gauze of blue, transparent
Like aquamarine pearls,
Gathering phosphorescence
Like a dusty road runner's zip or dash
Quick as wet lightening or
Quick pulses of mystery, moving
Raising ambivalent penchants
For iridescence of lights, flashing.
Flash from Andromeda's mystery?
Or some lost dream from the Pleiades?
“you come to discover something.” Indeed the magic of Marfa--the Marfa lights alone intrigue...whirls in the
silence and beauty of the panoramic landscapes. Jimenez's statements spring from an artistic bent:
“Sometimes it is about vastness, beauty, stillness,
time, sharpness, distance,
light or woven together as in
vastness of light or stillness of time.
Marfa becomes a marvelous chess game for these attributes.” GO BIG BEND!!! Check mate the king or queen.
Worth viewing: dusk in Big Bend country on the fringes of Marfa.
UFO Home
Clouds of light pulse
In gauze of blue, transparent
Like aquamarine pearls,
Gathering phosphorescence
Like a dusty road runner's zip or dash
Quick as wet lightening or
Quick pulses of mystery, moving
Raising ambivalent penchants
For iridescence of lights, flashing.
Flash from Andromeda's mystery?
Or some lost dream from the Pleiades?
Saturday, January 26, 2013
Full moon prestidigitation!
(A full moon reverie--dedicated to Carolyn Kent, PhD)
Vedo hum!
Promise
Still and silent sing indigo nights of winter,
Recalling, recall chants and distant memories
of ancient mysteries-
All vibrant in the sounds of eternal joy
Contained within the Glory of the Self...
Still through silent slumber sleeping,
Quiet watch our angels keeping
Vaulting, vault cartwheels of glory seen
In transcendent evaporation of
Being, pure being floating, floats
Like silvery, giant lunaria seed bursting
Bursts Into full moon of aquamarine,
Shining, glowing, glows as ancient memory
Hung across midnight deeps of
Orion's mighty strides! Warrior steps
In midnight glory match clear sounds
Of trumpets' blast: Awake, sleepers
Awake like million points of light
Shed new galaxies of delight.
Gathering, gather unto Mother's heart,
Pink universe swirls in mountain peak
Of silence, hushed by happy greening relative,
Empty spaces filled with light, triggered
Glow of Agni's fiery splendor.
Waits, waiting for orange, great fire at
Cotton stitched beginning of dawn comes with
Radiance to engulf soft dynamism of NOW.
Nights of winter sing in golden silence, gentle
Humor hugs green nod of snow drops waving.
Winter yawns in delirious sleep and quietude
While spring stretches first echo of bright
Deep within the quiet, stilly full moon's
Promise, a silken leaf in worlds of white.
Pearls of winter luster become
Snowflakes resting, rest on full moon's smile.
Quiet promises titillate anticipated
Prestidigitation!
Vedo hum!
Promise
Still and silent sing indigo nights of winter,
Recalling, recall chants and distant memories
of ancient mysteries-
All vibrant in the sounds of eternal joy
Contained within the Glory of the Self...
Still through silent slumber sleeping,
Quiet watch our angels keeping
Vaulting, vault cartwheels of glory seen
In transcendent evaporation of
Being, pure being floating, floats
Like silvery, giant lunaria seed bursting
Bursts Into full moon of aquamarine,
Shining, glowing, glows as ancient memory
Hung across midnight deeps of
Orion's mighty strides! Warrior steps
In midnight glory match clear sounds
Of trumpets' blast: Awake, sleepers
Awake like million points of light
Shed new galaxies of delight.
Gathering, gather unto Mother's heart,
Pink universe swirls in mountain peak
Of silence, hushed by happy greening relative,
Empty spaces filled with light, triggered
Glow of Agni's fiery splendor.
Waits, waiting for orange, great fire at
Cotton stitched beginning of dawn comes with
Radiance to engulf soft dynamism of NOW.
Nights of winter sing in golden silence, gentle
Humor hugs green nod of snow drops waving.
Winter yawns in delirious sleep and quietude
While spring stretches first echo of bright
Deep within the quiet, stilly full moon's
Promise, a silken leaf in worlds of white.
Pearls of winter luster become
Snowflakes resting, rest on full moon's smile.
Quiet promises titillate anticipated
Prestidigitation!
Tuesday, January 22, 2013
Parade
A dragon danced, round and round
In America, America parade of
Shards past, mellow as Indian
Maidens twirling, twirling
As feathers flying, flying
Herald drum beats, beating, beating
In the silent swift chambers of
Eagles that fly with penetrating
Eye while claws wait to grasp.
Parade, parade trumpets' blast!
While cacophony of bands tweak
Winter air in sunshine music,
Notes cascade like fish flowing,
Flowing in a river of sound.
Touch the stones, grey, black
While winter smiles behind
Velvet cloaks of crystal snow.
Philosophers and clowns
Each in color coded costumes,
Streams of diversity raced,
Jumbled in a thousand eyes,
That search and wonder
America, America a parade,
Circling blue orb of Earth,
As nations watch and
Whirl in sticky splendor,
Sandalwood airs salute,
Soldiers raise brown gauntlets
As leaders clap and wait.
Eagle, music, wheels
Spin like cotton candy,
Vertiginous desires,
Sweet as winter ice cream
Scooped into parade of dreams.
In America, America parade of
Shards past, mellow as Indian
Maidens twirling, twirling
As feathers flying, flying
Herald drum beats, beating, beating
In the silent swift chambers of
Eagles that fly with penetrating
Eye while claws wait to grasp.
Parade, parade trumpets' blast!
While cacophony of bands tweak
Winter air in sunshine music,
Notes cascade like fish flowing,
Flowing in a river of sound.
Touch the stones, grey, black
While winter smiles behind
Velvet cloaks of crystal snow.
Philosophers and clowns
Each in color coded costumes,
Streams of diversity raced,
Jumbled in a thousand eyes,
That search and wonder
America, America a parade,
Circling blue orb of Earth,
As nations watch and
Whirl in sticky splendor,
Sandalwood airs salute,
Soldiers raise brown gauntlets
As leaders clap and wait.
Eagle, music, wheels
Spin like cotton candy,
Vertiginous desires,
Sweet as winter ice cream
Scooped into parade of dreams.
Wednesday, January 16, 2013
Please enjoy the Russian Snow princess photo below!!
http://likeaflyonthewall.files.wordpress.com/2011/10/russian_snow_queen_by_annaweb.jpg
Russian Snow Princess
Like a Russian snow princess tossing, tosses
Stars and flakes among chilled, transparent winds,
Blue and green against diamond air
Roundelays of wonderment prevail!
Woodlands hushed by sleeping trees
Wrapped in cloaks of green and shawls of white
Sing a silence of frozen beauty's acumen.
Cold, like grapes frozen on the vine,
yearn for sun to fall into succulent
Dreams for pallets fine, a burst of
hidden wine, sleeps in winter's splendor.
Mysteries shade like umber gardens
Lost beneath the hoary breath.
Resilient seeds waiting, push against
Earth's dusky core, a wondering and
Yearning for new photosynthesis;
Polychrome certainties painted in
green veneers and splashes of pink hope
Locked in golden clasp, await crystal
Key of dominion, velvet hush of growth
And Waits to lengthen into spring nights-
Holding lanterns of bulbs, glowing, nod
In fractal patterns, rising in blue air.
Redolent question marks rise and mark
Ruby air with trust and suspicion caught
In harp strings' meanderings, radiant as
Sandalwood, rising like geese in the north.
Melting in orange western sky,
One redwood apparition snow princess, heaves
A sigh of moons and stars, glittering,
Fading like Haley's comet, streaking into
New worlds of queenly dominion.
Let the waltz begin, Russian dreams sleep until
winter-tide....and ring like crocus in the snow while
Russian snow princess tossing, tosses
Stars and snowflakes warming
chilled, transparent wind,
Silent, solitude moving in the gap.
Stars and flakes among chilled, transparent winds,
Blue and green against diamond air
Roundelays of wonderment prevail!
Woodlands hushed by sleeping trees
Wrapped in cloaks of green and shawls of white
Sing a silence of frozen beauty's acumen.
Cold, like grapes frozen on the vine,
yearn for sun to fall into succulent
Dreams for pallets fine, a burst of
hidden wine, sleeps in winter's splendor.
Mysteries shade like umber gardens
Lost beneath the hoary breath.
Resilient seeds waiting, push against
Earth's dusky core, a wondering and
Yearning for new photosynthesis;
Polychrome certainties painted in
green veneers and splashes of pink hope
Locked in golden clasp, await crystal
Key of dominion, velvet hush of growth
And Waits to lengthen into spring nights-
Holding lanterns of bulbs, glowing, nod
In fractal patterns, rising in blue air.
Redolent question marks rise and mark
Ruby air with trust and suspicion caught
In harp strings' meanderings, radiant as
Sandalwood, rising like geese in the north.
Melting in orange western sky,
One redwood apparition snow princess, heaves
A sigh of moons and stars, glittering,
Fading like Haley's comet, streaking into
New worlds of queenly dominion.
Let the waltz begin, Russian dreams sleep until
winter-tide....and ring like crocus in the snow while
Russian snow princess tossing, tosses
Stars and snowflakes warming
chilled, transparent wind,
Silent, solitude moving in the gap.
Tuesday, January 15, 2013
Wildcat drilling..and that is NOT Texas
Rover, red rover, let MARS come over..
Better than going in and out the windows,
In and out the windows, let the
Dig begin; Red planet Mars, horizon
Stretched like a new day, basking
In ruby fine gleaming dust and blackened lava rock;
Ancient secrets hold sway with
One ton robot, the darling son of
Science, drilling like a controlled
Wildcat, spurning civilities amidst
Churning rock and memories,
Eyes on earth peer years forward
Stretching curiosity's grip on
Arid, dusty lands, twirling in
Infinity, turning in ancient rocks, pink dust
While sounds unheard dig and delve!
"You can see for your selves, the
Mounds dug by Diggory Delvet!" ..not a
Little old man in black velvet, a
Gleaming robot, proud with outstretched
Mechanical arms, like surreal spiders spinning
New dreams and wanderings, musings on
MARS! Dig and delve...
Breakfast skipped; sunrise run melts on cool
Agendas while pictures click and
Samples slide into a cave of numbers,
Dancing, exploiting and
SUMMARIZE the fine morning mist,
Cooling light flickers on sifted
Dust, red and wonderful:
Machines on Mars wait for Man
Better than going in and out the windows,
In and out the windows, let the
Dig begin; Red planet Mars, horizon
Stretched like a new day, basking
In ruby fine gleaming dust and blackened lava rock;
Ancient secrets hold sway with
One ton robot, the darling son of
Science, drilling like a controlled
Wildcat, spurning civilities amidst
Churning rock and memories,
Eyes on earth peer years forward
Stretching curiosity's grip on
Arid, dusty lands, twirling in
Infinity, turning in ancient rocks, pink dust
While sounds unheard dig and delve!
"You can see for your selves, the
Mounds dug by Diggory Delvet!" ..not a
Little old man in black velvet, a
Gleaming robot, proud with outstretched
Mechanical arms, like surreal spiders spinning
New dreams and wanderings, musings on
MARS! Dig and delve...
Breakfast skipped; sunrise run melts on cool
Agendas while pictures click and
Samples slide into a cave of numbers,
Dancing, exploiting and
SUMMARIZE the fine morning mist,
Cooling light flickers on sifted
Dust, red and wonderful:
Machines on Mars wait for Man
Monday, January 14, 2013
First snow fall Tokoyo
10:29 pm January 15, 2013
TexasRose wrote comments in WSJ:
Delightful photos of snow blanketing the imperial palace and the imperial ladies, “coming of age”! What a lovely metaphor of ice and warm smiles behind Asian aesthetics of umbrellas and rose printed silk–beautiful photos. Thank you for posting an international, uplifting pictorial essay. The snow piles lightly amassing no match for the brutal mid-west snow tigers, however.
Tokyo’s First Snow Storm
Please enjoy the link!! From blogs.wsj.com
http://blogs.wsj.com/scene/2013/01/15/photos-tokyos-first-snow-storm-of-the-season/tab/comments/#comment-105101
Friday, January 11, 2013
Three in one year!
Happy January 11, 2013, year of three and one! Three and one in one reality: knower, knowing and known! One unbounded ocean of consciousness in motion, as the Veda Lila sings. Lovely truth brings bliss and greater understanding to the Day of Days: today!!
from 1-1-13:
New Year Haiku:
Frolic Horns
Midnight Angel horns
Blow. Notes dance in chilly air,
Distant, airy lands
Brought close as bee cells
O'wrought with oozing honey.
Sweet blue and green sounds.
Raise crystal wings and Dance new fable frolic.
Horns melt in sunlit
Climes as new year beckons silence.
from 1-1-13:
New Year Haiku:
Frolic Horns
Midnight Angel horns
Blow. Notes dance in chilly air,
Distant, airy lands
Brought close as bee cells
O'wrought with oozing honey.
Sweet blue and green sounds.
Raise crystal wings and Dance new fable frolic.
Horns melt in sunlit
Climes as new year beckons silence.
Thursday, January 10, 2013
Distinctive Guests
2013 Haiku- Minister of Winter
Box elder bugs stare,
Shadows dart grimace
Nature flocks on new year bugs.
Crawling flows easily,
Bug upon bugs socialize
Like kindred spirits stare.
Heave, atlas army!
Clouds of soldiers move
Crying blue tears against snow, ice.
Winter quiet stills
Trees gaunt against icy
Embrace of cold paramour!
Rejoice! Rejoice! Sun
Sheds rainbow crystals
Flickering quiet on white icicles.
Peace reign in hearts of
bugs bound for heaven's splendor.
Quiet, silence moves.
On new year lists
how can you do a
"did" and "done"!? simple:
go! go with the winds of time, quiet.
in deep of winter
washed in quietude,
blue soul sparkles with new snow..
Box elder bugs stare,
Shadows dart grimace
Nature flocks on new year bugs.
Crawling flows easily,
Bug upon bugs socialize
Like kindred spirits stare.
Heave, atlas army!
Clouds of soldiers move
Crying blue tears against snow, ice.
Winter quiet stills
Trees gaunt against icy
Embrace of cold paramour!
Rejoice! Rejoice! Sun
Sheds rainbow crystals
Flickering quiet on white icicles.
Peace reign in hearts of
bugs bound for heaven's splendor.
Quiet, silence moves.
On new year lists
how can you do a
"did" and "done"!? simple:
go! go with the winds of time, quiet.
in deep of winter
washed in quietude,
blue soul sparkles with new snow..
Minister of Winter: Box Elders
Garden in the transcendent sleeps while
Winter watch waits like leaf buds sequestered.
Cool day wet with mist and rain simmers, pouts
Like dead bushes waiting exit to relive as
MULCH! Happy new year unfolds as new Haiku
composed to commemorate the Box Elder Bugs...
Winter watch waits like leaf buds sequestered.
Cool day wet with mist and rain simmers, pouts
Like dead bushes waiting exit to relive as
MULCH! Happy new year unfolds as new Haiku
composed to commemorate the Box Elder Bugs...
Sunday, September 23, 2012
Autumn Fullness of Zero Motion (two)
Autumn Fullness of Zero Motion,
Line of Equinox slides to
Creeping, fullness, waits for
D E S C E N T, diamond bright,
While leaves hint glorious demise
Tinged in pouting orange, reds, vermillion awakened
As winds sing singing, mock end of summer-tide.
Quiet fullness shocks grey bird bath
Where Jupiter sized green tomato lounges,
And Yearns for heat of Surya, gold
Disc of sun, fullness of churning
Quiet, cosmic blasts of radiant explosions!
O, sun mighty in moving temple of
Bright fragrance and velvet warmth,
Beam like ancient metaphors of Sumer,
Or Ur bowed to mystical yearnings.
Agnis Deo o, Agnis Deo complete
Full circles of wandering, of
Devotion cast from transcendent
Liveliness, pink totality of
Nothingness tip toes on forward
Cusp of seasons, bright as green
Vines exploding past boundaries,
Climbing in exaltation to Divine
Simplicity of green and gold globes,
Wondrous in fullness of Divine
Patterns, outreaching ambrosial tastes,
While sounds Gregorian nudge your
Clear seeded heart, a space for
Wandering, curving back to transparent
Casements, covering joy of Being, of
Sitting in fullness of zero motion.
Bells of Autumn toll like evening vespers,
Rank with solemn finalalities, soft in
Seeds flying, gourds plumping over-sized
Egos of white pumpkins, large as full moon
Shine in fascination and occupy space like
Io frozen in soft outer reaches of Jupiter.
Pater Nosters rise like a river winds to
Sea of promises and merges in chilly airs,
While gourds and squashes sing huge finalities,
Quiet melodies of space sing in celestial raptures,
Witness, witness, see, see turquoise dreams like
Opulent clouds fill white sky of Autumn with
Tear drops of Queen Summer put to rest on
Dahlia hills, while roses drop petals, singing
Codas of perfection, become ocean of blue petunias,
Competing with surging waves of pink and white
Flowering kale, last brave designs of grand fullness.
Kale king of mock roses swell in Autumnal splendor
Like opened faun sized rose buds leap in exaltation!
Leaves unfold like invitations, script in ottava rima,
Announcing Fall festival wrought from zero motion.
Line of Equinox slides to
Creeping, fullness, waits for
D E S C E N T, diamond bright,
While leaves hint glorious demise
Tinged in pouting orange, reds, vermillion awakened
As winds sing singing, mock end of summer-tide.
Quiet fullness shocks grey bird bath
Where Jupiter sized green tomato lounges,
And Yearns for heat of Surya, gold
Disc of sun, fullness of churning
Quiet, cosmic blasts of radiant explosions!
O, sun mighty in moving temple of
Bright fragrance and velvet warmth,
Beam like ancient metaphors of Sumer,
Or Ur bowed to mystical yearnings.
Agnis Deo o, Agnis Deo complete
Full circles of wandering, of
Devotion cast from transcendent
Liveliness, pink totality of
Nothingness tip toes on forward
Cusp of seasons, bright as green
Vines exploding past boundaries,
Climbing in exaltation to Divine
Simplicity of green and gold globes,
Wondrous in fullness of Divine
Patterns, outreaching ambrosial tastes,
While sounds Gregorian nudge your
Clear seeded heart, a space for
Wandering, curving back to transparent
Casements, covering joy of Being, of
Sitting in fullness of zero motion.
Bells of Autumn toll like evening vespers,
Rank with solemn finalalities, soft in
Seeds flying, gourds plumping over-sized
Egos of white pumpkins, large as full moon
Shine in fascination and occupy space like
Io frozen in soft outer reaches of Jupiter.
Pater Nosters rise like a river winds to
Sea of promises and merges in chilly airs,
While gourds and squashes sing huge finalities,
Quiet melodies of space sing in celestial raptures,
Witness, witness, see, see turquoise dreams like
Opulent clouds fill white sky of Autumn with
Tear drops of Queen Summer put to rest on
Dahlia hills, while roses drop petals, singing
Codas of perfection, become ocean of blue petunias,
Competing with surging waves of pink and white
Flowering kale, last brave designs of grand fullness.
Kale king of mock roses swell in Autumnal splendor
Like opened faun sized rose buds leap in exaltation!
Leaves unfold like invitations, script in ottava rima,
Announcing Fall festival wrought from zero motion.
Autumn Fullness of Zero Motion
Autumn Fullness of Zero Motion,
Line of Equinox slides to
Creeping, fullness, waits for
D E S C E N T, diamond bright,
While leaves hint glorious demise
Tinged in pouting orange, reds, vermillion awakened
As winds singing, mock end of summer-tide.
Quiet fullness shocks grey bird bath
Where Jupiter sized green tomato lounges,
And Yearns for heat of Surya, gold
Disc of sun, fullness of churning
Quiet, cosmic blasts of radiant explosions!
O, sun mighty in moving temple of
Bright fragrance and velvet warmth,
Beam like ancient metaphors of Sumer,
Or Ur bowed to mystical yearnings.
Agnis Deo o, Agnis Deo complete
Full circles of wandering, of
Devotion cast from transcendent
Liveliness, pink totality of
Nothingness tip toes on forward
Cusp of seasons, bright as green
Vines exploding past boundaries,
Climbing in exaltation to Divine
Simplicity of green and gold globes,
Wondrous in fullness of Divine
Patterns, outreaching ambrosial tastes,
While sounds Gregorian nudge your
Clear seeded heart, a space for
Wandering, curving back to transparent
Casements, covering joy of Being, of
Sitting in fullness of zero motion.
Bells of Autumn toll like evening vespers,
Rank with solemn finalalities, soft in
Seeds flying, gourds plumping over-sized
Egos of white pumpkins, large as full moon
Shine in fascination and occupy space like
Io frozen in soft outer reaches of Jupiter.
Pater Nosters rise like a river winds to
Sea of promises and merges in chilly airs,
While gourds and squashes sing huge finalities,
Quiet melodies of space sing in celestial raptures,
Witness, witness, see, see turquoise dreams like
Opulent clouds fill white sky of Autumn with
Tear drops of Queen Summer put to rest on
Dahlia hills, while roses drop petals, singing
Codas of perfection, become ocean of blue petunias,
Competing with surging waves of pink and white
Flowering kale, last brave designs of grand fullness.
Kale king of mock roses swell in Autumn splendor
Like opened faun sized rose buds leap in exaltation!
Leaves unfold like invitations script in ottava rima,
Announcing Fall festival wrought from zero motion.
Monday, May 23, 2011
Congratulations, BRIT!!! Botanical Research Institute of Texas, a grand opening!!
Congratulations, BRIT! Planets to planet indeed!!! Sound the trumpets! Trumpets were sounded like madonna lilies heralding the fullness of summer.
Thank you for a glorious grand opening!!! Preview night heralded a magnificent future and dynamic moments, past and future for education, research in the world of plants and planet.
Grand opening on Saturday, 21 May, 2011 proved a huge, dynamic herbarium-over 1mm specimums- in Texas style!! Bands played; drummers drummed; flaminco dancers twirled; wind blew new vines of honeysuckle, climbing walls and played with prarie grasses set in beautiful walk ways bursting with swaying native grasses, flowers, all happy plants.
Green, living roof reached to the blue vaulted heavens as yellow sun like a bird, darted golden beams of fullfillment. LIVING ROOF, a vibrant metaphor of thriving growth and change, expands in green photosynthesis.
Celebrate! All Enjoyed! Multicultural, multimedia events in music, art, panel discussions, speakers from around the world enlivended this opening of a fabulous, new building, a matrix for sustainable, green awareness- a star spangled conclusion with brilliant sun, native grasses swaying in the wind, gold flowers shining, flags of BRIT, USA, Texas flying--all a glory to all possibilities for the rising tide of new generations. Hail the flags and new beginning set in splendor of nature! Grow, glow living roof and walls, gather more celebrations and invincibility for beauty, joy and happiness, a sustainable, green and expanding world.
All salute the donors, thinkers, achievers of the jewel in the crown of Ft. Worth where the world is won!!!!!! Go BRIT!!! Platinum LEED!! WOW! A bonifide Texas Star!
Thank you for a glorious grand opening!!! Preview night heralded a magnificent future and dynamic moments, past and future for education, research in the world of plants and planet.
Grand opening on Saturday, 21 May, 2011 proved a huge, dynamic herbarium-over 1mm specimums- in Texas style!! Bands played; drummers drummed; flaminco dancers twirled; wind blew new vines of honeysuckle, climbing walls and played with prarie grasses set in beautiful walk ways bursting with swaying native grasses, flowers, all happy plants.
Green, living roof reached to the blue vaulted heavens as yellow sun like a bird, darted golden beams of fullfillment. LIVING ROOF, a vibrant metaphor of thriving growth and change, expands in green photosynthesis.
Celebrate! All Enjoyed! Multicultural, multimedia events in music, art, panel discussions, speakers from around the world enlivended this opening of a fabulous, new building, a matrix for sustainable, green awareness- a star spangled conclusion with brilliant sun, native grasses swaying in the wind, gold flowers shining, flags of BRIT, USA, Texas flying--all a glory to all possibilities for the rising tide of new generations. Hail the flags and new beginning set in splendor of nature! Grow, glow living roof and walls, gather more celebrations and invincibility for beauty, joy and happiness, a sustainable, green and expanding world.
All salute the donors, thinkers, achievers of the jewel in the crown of Ft. Worth where the world is won!!!!!! Go BRIT!!! Platinum LEED!! WOW! A bonifide Texas Star!
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Fresh Spring Rain
April showers flow blessings on the land. Rain floods the side yard into a very large fairy pool! Crystal droplets dot cool air, and wind whirls another day of chill in the land of Lincoln.
Yet, we celebrate the brave, yellow daffodills nodding heavily in the cold, wet wind. Rise up like blooms; turn to meet a new day. Venture into the dark day as sun shines, hidden in the east and travels through pouting sky, while cerulean promises wait for the rainbows.
Days of shouting victory fall forward as we count dew drops on young blue grape hyacinth. Fragrance close to the damp ground, sweet as mother earth. Spring will etch its new green life and burst into a new renaissance.
Watch and keep the vigils, flowing, glowing like new slanting lines of fresh spring rain.
for today, hurray: fresh spring rain.
Yet, we celebrate the brave, yellow daffodills nodding heavily in the cold, wet wind. Rise up like blooms; turn to meet a new day. Venture into the dark day as sun shines, hidden in the east and travels through pouting sky, while cerulean promises wait for the rainbows.
Days of shouting victory fall forward as we count dew drops on young blue grape hyacinth. Fragrance close to the damp ground, sweet as mother earth. Spring will etch its new green life and burst into a new renaissance.
Watch and keep the vigils, flowing, glowing like new slanting lines of fresh spring rain.
for today, hurray: fresh spring rain.
Saturday, April 2, 2011
"A thing of beauty"
Celebrate! "Celebrate every day with Margaret Rose"...please join the fete for days and search for the classic joy of: "A thing of beauty is a joy forever." John Keats. We announce a new site and new blog today for the expanding adventures. Wecome to the new day! Sun rises in brilliant song. We walk to see pulsing, gold disc cut into million shining pieces of light, glinting on the glassy lake. We launch a new adventure of every day! seize the moment like fresh air and ease of every day, a gift of the Divine. Have a great day....every day, departure point for creative sojourns on planet earth!
Friday, March 25, 2011
Celebrating
Happy days are here again!!! And so the song goes. After a year on the road, we are ready to blog! New vistas for this blogger.
Saturday, January 23, 2010
Sunny greetings from Texas skies!
Blogville awaits new connections. Welcome to TexasRose blog, letter, missive, connect post from where the west begins!
From cow town, Ft. Worth, Texas, after decades of wonderlust, new era of uploads, downloads, buzz of information highway, we reflect on:
Charity (Please donate to the Hatian cause.)
Gardening
Floral design
Travel
Home decorating
Family and friends
Health
History
WWW and opportunities
Poetry
Art and more art
Sports
On the web in the net of an ocean of possibilities, WE LAUNCH THE SILKEN THREADS THAT BRING CONNECTIONS AND EXPANSION OF HAPPINESS FOR THE WORLD FAMILY.
See you soon with champagne bottle crashing against the good ship TexasRose hitting the high seas of adventure: new ports call. Please join me in this new adventure.
Sending light and peace and success for all, expecially in Haiti, land of new bridges, new rebuilding of opportunities. God Bless them all and guide for expanded vitality, health, and brilliant, rebuilt environment.
MargaretTexasRose
Blogville awaits new connections. Welcome to TexasRose blog, letter, missive, connect post from where the west begins!
From cow town, Ft. Worth, Texas, after decades of wonderlust, new era of uploads, downloads, buzz of information highway, we reflect on:
Charity (Please donate to the Hatian cause.)
Gardening
Floral design
Travel
Home decorating
Family and friends
Health
History
WWW and opportunities
Poetry
Art and more art
Sports
On the web in the net of an ocean of possibilities, WE LAUNCH THE SILKEN THREADS THAT BRING CONNECTIONS AND EXPANSION OF HAPPINESS FOR THE WORLD FAMILY.
See you soon with champagne bottle crashing against the good ship TexasRose hitting the high seas of adventure: new ports call. Please join me in this new adventure.
Sending light and peace and success for all, expecially in Haiti, land of new bridges, new rebuilding of opportunities. God Bless them all and guide for expanded vitality, health, and brilliant, rebuilt environment.
MargaretTexasRose
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