September 2, 2011


Field of Poppies, by Vincent van Gogh

Lord, the great cities are lost and rotting.
Their time is running out. . . .
The people there live harsh and heavy,
crowded together, weary of their own routines.

Beyond them waits and breathes your earth,
but where they are it cannot reach them.

They don't know that somewhere
wind is blowing through a field of flowers.

From the Book of Hours III, 4/5


  1. And what would they do if they knew? Would they seek out the balancing, healing touch of nature?

  2. Haunting and eery and even despairing. Is it worse to be so "weary" that even knowing would not matter, or to not know at all?

    This just seems incredibly sad to me.

  3. Love the pairing of this picture...the nearly liquid sky.

    Don't know if I could consider this sad...actually perhaps a bit hopeful..because they don't know..yet..and perhaps some would move to look for it if they did.


"Everything is blooming most recklessly; if it were voices instead of colors, there would be an unbelievable shrieking into the heart of the night."

~ Rainer Maria Rilke

Go ahead, bloom recklessly!