Farewells – Part 2

All your hours are wings that beat through space from self to self.

A nonbreeding male American goldfinch (Carduelis tristis) perched on a branch (2009_12_19_044964)

He who wears his morality but as his best garment were better naked.

A nonbreeding Harris's sparrow (Zonotrichia querula) perched on a branch (2009_12_20_045764)

The wind and the sun will tear no holes in his skin.

An orange-crowned warbler (Vermivora celata) perched in a bush (2009_12_13_044384)

And he who defines his conduct by ethics imprisons his song-bird in a cage.

An adult yellow-bellied sapsucker (Sphyrapicus varius) climbing the side of a tree (2009_11_28_042637)

The freest song comes not through bars and wires.

An American white pelican (Pelecanus erythrorhynchos) standing on the shore (2009_11_26_041712)

And he to whom worshipping is a window, to open but also to shut, has not yet visited the house of his soul whose windows are from dawn to dawn.

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Text from The Prophet by Kahlil Gibran; all images from White Rock Lake.

Photos:

[1] American goldfinch (Carduelis tristis)

[2] Harris’s sparrow (Zonotrichia querula)

[3] Orange-crowned warbler (Vermivora celata)

[4] Yellow-bellied sapsucker (Sphyrapicus varius)

[5] American white pelican (Pelecanus erythrorhynchos)

10 thoughts on “Farewells – Part 2”

  1. I particularly liked the goldfinch [1] and warbler [3] photos. I think there is something about the sleekness and color/texture that reminds me of my artistic interests.

    1. You’re too kind, Amar. Your proclivity for artistic insight always leaves me breathless, so I appreciate your remark as coming from someone with far more talent in that area than I can ever muster.

    1. I appreciate that, Jain. I first read The Prohpet back in 1981. It really touched me–even though I’m not religious, it moved me on spiritual, philosophical and artistic levels. Then in 1989 I received a copy as a gift from two beloved friends, and that was when I read it for the second time. Somehow it reached me more deeply then than it had the first time, and it became my favorite book. I now reread it from time to time because I always come away from the session with something new.

    1. Oh, Amber, I’m sorry you’re still fighting the creeping crud. I hope you get over it soon. I know what it feels like to miss outside time, and like you I hate it! Get well so you can get out there.

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