هنرمفهومیConceptual art

31/07/2026

احساساتت رو برای کسی که بهت اهمیت میده نگه دار.

Keep your feelings for someone who cares.

30/07/2026

"It was a splendid summer morning and it seemed as if nothing could go wrong."

- John Cheever (1912-1982),
The Stories of John Cheever

[Image: Summer Morning (1891) oil painting on canvas by Belgian artist Émile Claus (1849-1924).]

Poetry, Tea and Me

30/07/2026

Arte por Ilyin Maxim Alexeevich, paisagens marinhas da Rússia
Quadros com velhos barcos a vela.

29/07/2026

سبدی پر از نان حمل می‌کنی، اما از دری به در دیگر التماس خرده نان می‌کنی. تا زانو در آب هستی، اما از هر که می‌بینی آب التماس می‌کنی. چرا اینقدر کور و لجباز هستی؟ به جای آن، از درِ قلبت التماس کن.

💜مولانا ✨

You carry a basket full of bread, yet
you beg for crumbs from door to door.
You are up to your knees in water, yet
you beg for a drink from everyone you see.
Why are you so blind and stubborn?
Beg at the door of your heart instead.

💜Rumi ✨

28/07/2026

من به این باور رسیده‌ام که زندگی زبان مقدس خودش را دارد.

نه با کلمات، بلکه در لحظات.

یک ملاقات کاملاً به‌موقع.

یک پاسخ غیرمنتظره.

یک ملودی آشنا که وقتی قلب درد می‌کند شنیده می‌شود.

طلوع خورشید پس از یک شب بی‌خوابی.

احساس آرامی که به آرامی هدایت می‌شویم، حتی زمانی که راه پیش رو پنهان می‌ماند.

برخی این‌ها را تصادف می‌نامند.

برخی دیگر آن‌ها را همزمانی می‌نامند.

من آن‌ها را دعوت به شگفتی می‌نامم.

زیرا زمان‌هایی وجود دارد که به نظر می‌رسد زندگی نزدیک می‌شود و زمزمه می‌کند:

"توجه کن."

هر چیزی که روح را لمس می‌کند، توضیح نمی‌خواهد.

بعضی چیزها فقط می‌خواهند با قدردانی پذیرفته شوند.

و شاید ایمان در داشتن هر پاسخی یافت نمی‌شود.

شاید ایمان در تشخیص این باشد که جهان غنی‌تر، عمیق‌تر و مرموزتر از آن است که بتوانیم کاملاً درک کنیم.

بنابراین من از پرسیدن اینکه آیا هر تصادف معناداری دلیلی دارد یا خیر، دست کشیده‌ام.

در عوض، می‌پرسم:

"این لحظه مرا به توجه به چه چیزی دعوت می‌کند؟"

زیرا قلبی که برای شگفتی بیدار می‌ماند، در حال حاضر به زبانی فراتر از کلمات گوش می‌دهد. ✨

میترا - 🌎 https://www.facebook.com/ShahidiMitra/

I have come to believe that life has its own sacred language.
Not written in words, but in moments.
A perfectly timed meeting.
An unexpected answer.
A familiar melody heard when the heart is aching.
A sunrise after a sleepless night.
The quiet feeling that we are being gently guided, even when the road ahead remains hidden.

Some call these coincidences.
Others call them synchronicity.
I simply call them invitations to wonder.
For there are times when life seems to lean close and whisper,
"Pay attention."
Not everything that touches the soul asks to be explained.
Some things ask only to be received with gratitude.
And perhaps faith is not found in having every answer.
Perhaps faith is found in recognising that the universe is richer, deeper, and more mysterious than we can fully comprehend.

So I have stopped asking whether every meaningful coincidence has a reason.
Instead, I ask,
"What is this moment inviting me to notice?"
Because the heart that remains awake to wonder is already listening to a language beyond words. ✨

Mitra - 🌎 https://www.facebook.com/ShahidiMitra/

28/07/2026

Tender Branches of Loving Kindness

May the love and kindness within our hearts extend outward,
like tender branches blossoming into the world.

May every gentle thought become a seed of compassion,
every kind word a bridge of understanding,
and every loving action a quiet light
for those in need.

Like ripples upon still waters,
may our presence carry peace beyond what we can see,
touching hearts, easing burdens,
and awakening hope.

May we meet each moment with an open heart,
offering grace where there is struggle,
patience where there is fear,
and love wherever it is needed.

May all beings know the warmth of love.
May all beings find the gift of peace.
May all beings be held in kindness.

May these tender branches of loving kindness
continue to bloom and reach across the world,
offering shelter to the weary,
hope to those in darkness,
and healing to all who seek it.

~ 'Tender Branches of Loving Kindness' by Spirit of a Hippie

✍️ Mary Anne Byrne

~ Art Unknown via Pinterest

25/07/2026

She's a wayward, free spirit making her way down an unconventional path.

It's a purposeful meandering, a weaving in and out, a stroll of synchronicity along a spiritual path somewhere between now and the hereafter.

The whisper of the dream spurs her onward. It beckons and invites action while holding and challenging her soul.

She's a human compass pointing her way toward hope, toward peace, toward compassion, toward the ultimate destination of universal unconditional love, the lamp of light, the heart of home. Jody Doty
©2026 Meditations and Musings by Jody Doty
🎨 Karla Kraft

25/07/2026