Tempus anima rei;

A glimpse into time...

Yesterday time was spend, tomorrow time will be spent, today grasp it with both hands. Ts

Today this moment of time is precious if you make it so.Ts

I like the time it always returns.Ts

Time heals, but just skin deep.Ts

Tempus anima rei

Time is the soul of things.

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 I sit beside the fire and think 

Of all that I have seen

Of meadow flowers and butterflies

In summers that have been

Of yellow leaves and gossamer

In autumns that there were

With morning mist and silver sun

And wind upon my hair

I sit beside the fire and think

Of how the world will be

When winter comes without a spring 

That I shall ever see

For still there are so many things

That I have never seen

In every wood in every spring

There is a different green

I sit beside the fire and think

Of people long ago

And people that will see a world

That I shall never know

But all the while I sit and think

Of times there were before

I listen for returning feet 

And voices at the door” 

J.R.R. Tolkien

Thank you dear J.R.R. Tolkien for your beautiful poetry.

Wild rose/ my garden/

Nosce te ipsum;

Wisdom;

Generally, wisdom can be achieved by listening, by watching, by reading by imitation and by your own experience which is the one learned with tears.

Wisdom begins when you wonder about things. When you arrive at wisdom’s door you find little pieces of it everywhere, like a puzzle they fit into your mind. Thoughts are making sense and pleasure fills your heart and soul.
  Ts Titania's Pellucidity Book of Hours

Socrates said it wisely and it is comforting to know…the only true wisdom is knowing one knows nothing.

Nosce te ipsum 

Know thyself

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Pecunia emere non felicitatem;

The secret of true happiness, does it exist?

You can not pursue happiness by surrounding yourself with many and always new material things. Happiness is fickle it wants to be fed with the right food. A new gold watch is beautiful and might feed your happiness for a week, or perhaps longer, certainly, you will be pleased and think this is happiness. When the newness wears off, as it happens with all material treasures, as nice as they are,  your happiness starts to wane and whine for new stuff.  Whatever you buy to satisfy your happiness will work only short-term then your feelings will return, perhaps just to pleasant satisfaction. The secret of happiness is buried deep inside you and you have to look around you and see and feel and saviour the smallest offerings of nature. Pick up a stone and hold it in your hand and wonder about it…pick a leaf or a flower and wonder about it, look around you and find the smallest of wonders and one’s you have mastered to look and see and feel, you are one step closer to happiness. You will feel it in your inner self, a calmness, pleasure in the smallest things, when you look up to the sky you will be enchanted by its changing colours, and the heavenly muddle of clouds. A shimmering intensity of early morning, pale light, gauzy grasses still wet with dew. Enjoy the everyday small pleasures, don’t hurry to the gaming table of envy and pursuit of goals which are gone tomorrow and leave you empty inside and out. Your life is full of pleasure and happiness if you take the time to find it. Nature is  wonderful with its free gifts to true happiness. Ts

Pecunia emere non felicitatem;  Money does not buy happiness.

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Qui scribit bis legit.

A book is a good friend. 

Let’s you  relax,  in its wondrous world of words. 

 Pushes away the mundane. 

Like a  secret garden 

 it conjures up memories, long forgotten, 

images of escape.

Tender longings for sweet summer days, 

 white out winter’s, stormy nights; 

 forgotten words  in subtle harmony find their way into your inner self. Ts

Qui scribit bis legit.  He who writes reads twice.

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Photo/ Yellow Brugmansia my garden/ Text

Nemo dat quod non habet;

My garden;

 Standing at the open window

looking  at the sun and the clouds,

a soft shadow holds its own in your eyes,

I see you  smile

I hear you breathing.

It is one of many Sundays.  Ts

Nnemo dat quod non habet 

No one gives what he does not have.

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Ignotum per ignotius;

Nights are made of dreams,

Darkness skims forgotten words,

haunts 

daytime hymns,

sighs and moans;

perform 

A  nightly world of screams. Ts

Ignotum per ignotius; Unknown by means of the more unknown;

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Non est vivere sed valere vita est;

Light and darkness are kin,

Life focuses on both.

A maze of shades from darkness to light

Equal in human existence,

Reveal  and ease  the burden of why and how. Ts

Non est vivere sed valere vita est;  Life means more than just being alive. 

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O tempora! O mores!

Valanga irregularis; my garden;

Humans have put themselves on a pedestal. Humans are unbelievably arrogant and hypocritical beings. 

 Humans cause every other living being immense damage and show no respect at all. 

 Damage and destroy each other with wars, killing, maiming, take callously advantage of the weaker.

 Lying about everything  not suited into  humans thinking of their own grand’ness and goodness. Humans can turn atrocities into goodness with a silver tongue.

Humans had the ultimate, brilliant idea to harness gods to sanction or forgive their ugly deeds. Humans  have  invented an eternal life for  themselves. Fortunately nature is kind and treats all the same, ones their greatness on earth has expired. Some may lay in marble sarcophagus clad in robes of gold, some may be thrown into mass graves, in the end nothing changes the make up of the atoms they all will integrate again, crown or no crown, nature does not care for humans alleged greatness. When we are dead we have ceased to live, nature has been much, much cleverer then we are; despite our knowledge, our meddlings,  and the grand medals we give ourselves for our exceptionalism. Ts

O tempora! O mores! 
Oh, what times we live in! Oh, what morals!

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Sui generis;

Pink rose, old rose of silky hues

gone are the days of dancing under stars;

No foolish laughter, no singing voice

clings to the heavy boughs to pay their dues.

Pink rose, old rose, sad rose

wait for a breath of morning dew;

 Your time and ancient ways

of hope and subtle dreams to woo.

Red rose pink rose, sad rose,

petals fall and withered; 

Silver splendour, golden shine 

abandoned unconsidered.  Titania

Sui generis "Of its own kind," unique;

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Vero nihil verius;

Photo/fungi, my garden;



Doubt and wisdom go hand in hand. 
To doubt means to question. 
 Questions open  possibilities to find  knowledge and truth. Titania




Science is organized knowledge. Wisdom is organized life.  .Emanuel Kant

Vero nihil verius; Nothing truer than truth

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Poma aut matura cadunt aut immatura leguntur;

The rose

 a joyful sight 

beauty to behold

she blows and fades

 the petals fall

 There she goes.  Titania

Poma aut matura cadunt aut immatura leguntur

Fruits either fall when they are ripe or are gathered before they're ripe.

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Alea iacta est;

Every human, for a short span of time, is part of something we call Earth.

Every other creature is part of this Earth as well. 

Nature enfolds us all with its reign of beauty and awe.
 What are we doing with this wonderful thing called the World? 

We trample it to death,

We treat all the other creatures badly; 

We treat nature badly;
Everything in nature is selfish, the survival of the fittest.
We, humans, demonstrate this trait very well, that we might destroy ourselves in the process does not enter our fantastic plans.

We love ourselves best and the ones which are nearest to us. 

Each human creates a sanctuary around  himself, 

This restricts compassion for any other living being.

As long as humans are not breaking out of their selfish prison, they will muddle on in a decaying world. Titania

Alea iacta est. The die is cast.

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Saecula saeculorum;

For ever and ever

Spring returns with a crystal breeze,

Summer follows awash in blue,

Autumn turns into reddish gold,

Winter aches in a chilling freeze,

For ever and ever   Titania

Saecula saeculorum; for ever and ever;

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Non semper erit aestas;

Swallowtails in my garden;



Hope, the dream of reason; Titania

Non semper erit aestas;  It will not always be summer


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Minima maxima sunt;

Moonlight, teases  and caresses  the palm leaves swaying  gently to the rhythm of  the cast shadows; the mournful call of the rainbird adds sensuality to the advancing dawn. Titania

Minima maxima sunt; 

The smallest things are most important;

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Custode et cura natura potentior omni;

Summer

scent of Citriodora

long grey limbs, smooth,

peeling, 

stockings crumpled,
foliage,

 fragrance of lemon peel

straight and tall reaching up into 

melodramatic shrillness of the cicada’s song.

Titania

Custode et cura natura potentior omni.  Nature is beyond all teaching.

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