Hope

Play Ground, Christian Island, a photo by rchoephoto on Flickr.


Pity would be no more
If we did not make somebody poor,
And Mercy no more could be
If all were as happy as we.

William Blake, The Human Abstract

Gratitude

Sunset & Power Lines 5 (9.16, '12), a photo by rchoephoto on Flickr.

Gratitude is heaven itself.

William Blake

Joy

RIC_6125-1, a photo by rchoephoto on Flickr.

He who binds to himself a joy

Doth the wingéd life destroy

But he who kisses the joy as it flies

Lives in Eternity’s sun rise.

William Blake

Own wings

RIC_5011-1, a photo by rchoephoto on Flickr.

No bird soars too high,
if he soars with his own wings.

William Blake, The Narriage of Heven and Hell

Year of the Tiger

RCC_9290
Originally uploaded by rchoephoto

Tyger Tyger, burning bright,
In the forests of the night;
What immortal hand or eye.
Could frame thy fearful symmetry? ...

When the stars threw down their spears
And water'd heaven with their tears:
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?

The Tyger, Songs of Innocence & of Experience, William Blake

Joy

He who binds to himself a joy
Does the winged life destroy;
But he who kisses the joy as it flies
Lives in Eternity's sun rise.

William Blake

Colours

Colours are the wounds of light.

William Blake

Mutuality 2

Everything that lives,

lives not alone,

not for itself.

William Blake