Alice Coltrane... because of course music is, LOVE

Alice Coltrane - Turiya and Ramakrishna

Place yourself in amazing... Happy Sunday!

For my Russian friends...

Harmony

Innokenty Annensky

In midst of waves, there are the silver beads
And scraped by time paints of the white enamel …
I so like the morns which autumn breeds,
For their caress, so short and so gentle.

 And I do like the foam on the shore,
When it again is whitening in mire,
And, greedy, I am hiding here a store
Of hazy days, while skies are full of fire. 

 But somewhere there, they’re roaming in flame,
The same ones as I am, without name and number,
And somebody’s young being – just the same –
Instead of me, is ceasing in sad amber.

By Russian artist:

Wassily Kandinsky