Knock, Knock...

knockin' on heaven's door

Unweaving a Rainbow

Do not all charms fly
At the touch of cold philosophy?
Philosophy will clip an Angel's wings,
Conquer all mysteries by rule and line,
Empty the haunted air, and gnomed mine–
Unweave a rainbow...
- John Keats

I'm not sure if I agree with Keats in saying "all charms fly at the touch of philosophy". You can try to understand the physics of the world around you and still, as William Wordsworth says, feel your heart leaps when you behold a rainbow in the sky.

And here are some fantastic shots of a double rainbow, it does really make your heart leap!

Be my friend

Don't walk in front of me,
I may not follow.
Don't walk behind me,
I may not lead.
Just walk beside me and be my friend.
-- Albert Camus

Shiverings of a leaf

...
خوابم بر بود ، خوابي ديدم: تابش آبي در خواب ، لرزش برگي در آب.
اين سو تاريكي مرگ ، آن سو زيبايي برگ. اينها چه، آنها چيست، انبوه زمان ها چيست؟
اين مي شكفد، ترس تماشا دارد. آن مي گذرد، وحشت دريا دارد.
پرتو محرابي ، مي تابي. من هيچم: پيچك خوابي. بر نرده اندوه تو مي پيچم.
...
-- سهراب

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Image from: Flame Fractals offer a feast for the eyes

Mirror

I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions.
Whatever I see I swallow immediately
Just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike.
I am not cruel, only truthful-
The eye of the little god, four cornered.
Most of the time I meditate on the opposite wall.
It is pink, with speckles. I have looked at it so long
I think it is a part of my heart. But it flickers.
Faces and darkness separate us over and over.
Now I am a lake. A woman bends over me,
Searching my reaches for what she really is.
Then she turns to those liars, the candles or the moon.
I see her back, and reflect it faithfully.
She rewards me with tears and an agitation of hands.
I am important to her. She comes and goes.
Each morning it is her face that replaces the darkness.
In me she has drowned a young girl, and in me an old woman
Rises toward her day after day, like a terrible fish
-- Sylvia Plath

I wished I had a mirror, a lake, in which I could look and search for what I really am. Sometimes (for me often), I feel I'm so lost. It is a terrifying sensation, to feel you are so far away from yourself. It makes you feel even lonelier than ever.