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.

©Photo/Text Ts

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. 

©Photo, early morning in the garden; Text  Ts

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.

©Photo/my garden/Text/Ts