How could I cut the cord with you, and free this heart from endless rue? For life and death both bind me still, their shadows bending to your will. Love’s echo lingers, though I flee.

“You don't have to burn books to destroy a culture. Just get people to stop reading them.” ~Ray Bradbury Keep reading, friends. 📚

I laugh to the sky and stride beyond the gate, The world is vast, and destiny cannot wait. No common weed shall bind my soaring will, For hearts of fire climb higher still. We are not the grass, but stars that dare create.

“Nirvana is right here, before our eyes.” - Hakuin Ekaku.🌱

Ripples stir the blinds. My thoughts drift far. A distant vow fades in one dark hour. Since then, evenings have lost their glow. The moon still shines, calm and low. It gleams as it always will— While my heart lies quiet, cold, and still.

Stunning! A Timelapse of an Oxalis plant blooming.

inspired by hiking thru wildflowers 🌷🌾🌻🌼✨ #pixelart

Carnations in a glass, by my colleague Jacob van Hulsdonck of Antwerp. Today is his day.

Lotus bud #art #photo #photography #flower #lotus #EastCoastKin

Exquisite glass filled with roses in 1640, by Jacob van Hulsdonck. His day is today.

Goldfinch eating a sunflower seed in my garden, notice all the missing seeds it already ate #birds #goldfinch #bloomscrolling #photography #EastCoastKin

Good Sunday morning #NMRollCall I really didn't want to get out of bed. All those weeds are letting their pollen loose. Oh goodie. ~sniffle Last relatively cooler day for this week is today. Plan to seize it. Got your Halloween stuff yet? Good grief. It's everywhere in the stores already.

POV: you are about to be bitten

Happy Sunday!

In the garden today: a gift from dear friends a few years ago, the Falstaff rose is well into his second flush.

AND THATS THE BOTTOM LINE… BECAUSE TRINITY RODMAN SAID SO!!!! Play that music Jack!!!!

We need more human beings.

Hitler said that quantum mechanics was a Jewish science( 1,700). This move dealt a devastating blow to the German scientific community, from which it has never truly recovered to this day. Stalin claimed that genetics was a capitalist science. Now Vance says that AI is a communist technology...

God Bless America😭 youtu.be/0e9JPK-5eNk?...

What Is the Meaning of Life? Is it love that makes the heart sing, or dreams that give our souls their wings? Is it wisdom, truth, or endless light, or simply joy in each day’s sight? Perhaps the meaning is yours to write.

Navarro had a fancy degree, but it was not in the right field. His methods lacked rigor, and his ideas were often extreme. Putting him in charge of trade strategy was like hiring a diet coach who’s into conspiracy theories—maybe entertaining, but not someone you'd trust with major decisions.

To top it off, in one of his books, Navarro actually invented a fake expert—“Ron Vara”—to support his own arguments. (Fun fact: “Ron Vara” is an anagram of his own last name, Navarro.) That kind of thing would be considered academic misconduct in any serious research setting.

Even more telling: Navarro never published serious academic work on trade. Many of his claims “trade deficits mean we’re losing” or “China stole U.S. jobs” have been widely criticized by mainstream economists. Trade's complex and can’t be fixed by simply raising tariffs or shouting slogans.

Navarro has a PhD in economics from Harvard, which sounds impressive, but he didn’t study trade. His focus was on how special interest groups influence government policy. His dissertation became a political commentary book and had little to do with trade, global supply chains, or tariff impacts.

During the Trump administration, Peter Navarro is often called the chief architect of the U.S. "tariff war" against China. He was one of the most hardline trade advisers. Here is a real question: Was he actually qualified for that role? Looking at his academic background, the answer is: not really.

No matter how I grasp and plead, Some things are never meant to stay. Like sand that slips between my need, They drift beyond my hands each day. Yet what is mine, by fate’s decree, Will find me still, though winds may blow— For gifts from heaven never go.

In the same rain and wind, two shadows share memories. Thinking of you feels like being beside myself—sweet and foolish. Loving you is loving myself. I ease your worries; you write my story—so connected. Before I speak, you sigh. Every embrace feels closer. Does loving you mean becoming you?

When will we meet again, bound by longing? This moment, this night, overwhelms me with feelings. Enter the door of my longing, And you will know the bitterness of yearning. Had I known such love would bind my heart, Would it not have been better never to have met?

Paint your shadow on the mountain high Your sweet smile stays where my heart lies A song of love shapes your beauty bright In my soul, you shine with light With gentle strokes, I draw you near To meet in dreams, year after year In endless nights, I wish to stay In my heart, you’ll never fade away

I trace your shadow on the moonlit tide, Your laughter lingers where my dreams reside. A melody weaves your form so fair, With whispered hues, I pull you near. To waltz in twilight, soft as ghosts— You’re the art inside my heart.

If life were like our first meeting, When smiles were soft as the spring breeze. In our eyes, stars and the moon did gleam, And hearts held dreams that softly bloomed. But time fades, and memories bring pain, Yet if we could hold that first glance, love might remain.

Life is a tree, so still, so wise, Waiting for blossoms to softly rise. Fate has painted the path we tread, Some things are meant, some things are shed. If fortune smiles, I take with grace, If fate denies, I still embrace. For all is written in time and space.

No matter how I yearn, I can't return, Drifting through petals that wither and burn. A lone-winged wanderer, lost in the blue, Your words were soft, yet never true. Bound by a promise, tattered yet tight, Spring dims, and shadows consume the light, And still, I dance in endless flight.

The moon bears witness, the stars shall bind, Our love eternal, in heart and mind. Through endless nights, I'll stand by you, No force nor fate can break us two. If you should leave, my heart will bleed, If I betray, my soul concedes.

O Lord, my shield, my strength, my light, Please stand with me in this fierce fight. Though enemies strike with hate and lies, In Your great power, my courage lies. Let justice shine, let darkness flee, For victory comes through You, not me.

The night falls, and my heart sinks. Tears slip down, reflecting the stars. The vast sky is silent as the wind softly sighs. A lost soul longs for a glimmer of light. A lone shadow wanders through restless dreams. In whispered prayers, my heart trembles for comfort.

Morning Praise The dawn breaks soft, the sky aglow, With hues that dance in golden flow. The breeze whispers through trees so tall, Singing of the One who made it all. The birds arise in joyful song, Proclaiming praise the whole day long. O Lord, how wondrous is Your name

Endless Waters, Timeless Love Waters stretch far, love split by mountains and seas. Sleepless nights linger, longing frozen like dew. Your smile feels near, though dreams are torn by distance. Time fades with fallen leaves, but love stays as at first sight. Waters mirror my bright heart.

This love should be for both to hold, If your heart is gone, then mine grows cold. The midnight breeze sighs loneliness deep, Fallen flowers drift, no past to keep. Fate runs shallow, yet sorrow is steep.

Snowflakes drift, whispers in the night. Footsteps fade, echoes lost. Trees sway, bidding farewell. A breath, a sigh—winter’s goodbye. Snow glows, then fades at dawn.