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Wednesday, October 22, 2014


Come, come, whoever you are. 
Wanderer, worshiper, lover of leaving. 
 It doesn't matter. 
Ours is not a caravan of despair. 
Come, even if you have broken your vows a thousand times. 
Come, yet again, come, come. 

Love Lives Here...

Love Lives Here

Self Comforting

Self Comforting by Nathan Griffith

Forest Cycle

Forest Cycle by Nathan Griffith

You're all mixed up. For the sake of position, you come with reverence before the blind and wait in the hall; but in the presence of one who can see, you behave with disrespect. No wonder you've become fuel for the fire of desire. ~Rumi


Zest photography by Elaine


Together by Nathan Griffith

Shocking News

Shocking News by Nathan Griffith

Your Daily Horoscope


Togetherness by Nathan Griffith

Neat Rows

Neat Rows by Nathan Griffith

Tuesday, October 21, 2014

Wake up lovers, it is time to start the journey! We have seen enough of this world, it is time to see another. These two gardens may be beautiful but let us pass beyond them and go to the Gardener. Let us kiss the ground and flow like a river towards the ocean. Let us go from the valley of tears to the wedding feast, let us bring the colors of blossoms to our pale faces. Our hearts shiver like autumn leaves about to fall, in this world of dust there is no avoiding pain or feeling exiled. Let us become like beautifully colored birds and fly to the sweet land of paradise. Everything is painted with the brush of the Invisible One let us follow the hidden signs and find the Painter. It is best to travel with companions on this perilous journey only love can lead the way. We are like rain splashing on a roof let us find our way down the spout. We are like an arched bow with the arrow in place let us become straight and release the arrow towards the target. We have stayed at home scared like mice let us find our courage and join the lions. Let us begin the journey home into our hearts.. ~Rumi

Hanging Bookshelf

Hanging Bookshelf by Nathan Griffith

The Pond by Moonlight

The Pond by Moonlight by Nathan Griffith

Gone Blurry

Gone Blurry by Nathan Griffith

Feeling The Loss

Feeling The Loss by Nathan Griffith

Big Breakfast

Big Breakfast by Nathan Griffith (all together)

Thinking Back

Thinking Back by Nathan Griffith

Hazy Home

Hazy Home by Nathan Griffith

Woman Holding Portait

Woman Holding Portrait by Nathan Griffith

The Hound of Heaven 9

Now of that long pursuit,
Comes at hand the bruit.
That Voice is round me like a bursting Sea:
And is thy Earth so marred,
Shattered in shard on shard?
Lo, all things fly thee, for thou fliest me.
Strange, piteous, futile thing;
Wherefore should any set thee love apart?
Seeing none but I makes much of Naught (He said).
And human love needs human meriting ---
How hast thou merited,
Of all Man's clotted clay, the dingiest clot.
Alack! Thou knowest not
How little worthy of any love thou art.
Whom wilt thou find to love ignoble thee,
Save me, save only me?
All which I took from thee, I did'st but take,
Not for thy harms,
But just that thou might'st seek it in my arms.
All which thy childs mistake fancies as lost,
I have stored for thee at Home.
Rise, clasp my hand, and come.
Halts by me that Footfall.
Is my gloom, after all,

Shade of His hand, outstretched caressingly?
Ah, Fondest, Blindest, Weakest,
I am He whom thou seekest.
Thou dravest Love from thee who dravest Me. 

Monday, October 20, 2014

Wise Cat

Wise Cat by Nathan Griffith

The Seer

The Seer by Nathan Griffith

At The Rail

At The Rail by Nathan Griffith

Future Telling

Future Telling by Nathan Griffith

Faith is Torment

Faith is Torment by Nathan Griffith

Sleeping In

Sleeping In by Nathan Griffith

Morning Interior

Morning Interior by Nathan Griffith


Indifference by Nathan Griffith

We All Wear Masks

We All Wear Masks by Nathan Griffith

You have been walking the ocean's edge, holding up your robes to keep them dry. You must dive naked under and deeper under, a thousand times deeper. Love flows down. The ground submits to the sky and suffers what comes. Tell me, is the Earth worse for giving in like that? Do not put blankets over the drum. Open completely. ~Rumi

Thinking it Over

Thinking it Over by Nathan Griffith

The Hound of Heaven 8

Such is. What is to be ?
The pulp so bitter, how shall taste the rind ?
I dimly guess what Time in mists confounds,
Yet ever and anon, a trumpet sounds
From the hid battlements of Eternity.
Those shaken mists a space unsettle,
Then round the half-glimpse d turrets, slowly wash again.
But not 'ere Him who summoneth
I first have seen, enwound
With glooming robes purpureal; Cypress crowned.
His name I know, and what His trumpet saith.
Whether Man's Heart or Life it be that yield thee harvest,
Must thy harvest fields be dunged with rotten death?

Sunday, October 19, 2014

The Limping Puppy

The Limping Puppy by Jesse Lincoln (story by Ava)

Can't Stop Reading

Can't Stop Reading by Nathan Griffith

Man in Swing

Man in Swing by James Hance

I become intoxicated with love. So drunk with love that even drunk people cannot keep me still. ~Rumi

The Hound of Heaven 7

Naked, I wait thy Love's uplifted stroke. My harness, piece by piece,
thou'st hewn from me
And smitten me to my knee,
I am defenceless, utterly.
I slept methinks, and awoke.
And slowly gazing, find me stripped in sleep.
In the rash lustihead of my young powers,
I shook the pillaring hours,
and pulled my life upon me.
Grimed with smears,
I stand amidst the dust o' the mounded years--
My mangled youth lies dead beneath the heap.
My days have crackled and gone up in smoke,
Have puffed and burst like sunstarts on a stream.
Yeah, faileth now even dream the dreamer
and the lute, the lutanist.
Even the linked fantasies in whose blossomy twist,
I swung the Earth, a trinket at my wrist,
Have yielded, cords of all too weak account,
For Earth, with heavy grief so overplussed.
Ah! is thy Love indeed a weed,
albeit an Amaranthine weed,
Suffering no flowers except its own to mount?
Ah! must, Designer Infinite,
Ah! must thou char the wood 'ere thou canst limn with it ?
My freshness spent its wavering shower i' the dust.
And now my heart is as a broken fount,
Wherein tear-drippings stagnate, spilt down ever
From the dank thoughts that shiver upon the sighful branches of my mind.

Saturday, October 18, 2014

The Hound of Heaven 6

But not by that, by that was eased my human smart.
In vain my tears were wet on Heaven's grey cheek.
For ah! we know what each other says,
these things and I; In sound I speak,
Their sound is but their stir, they speak by silences.
Nature, poor step-dame, cannot slake my drouth.
Let her, if she would owe me
Drop yon blue-bosomed veil of sky
And show me the breasts o' her tenderness.
Never did any milk of hers once bless my thirsting mouth.
Nigh and nigh draws the chase, with unperturbe d pace
Deliberate speed, majestic instancy,
And past those noise d feet, a Voice comes yet more fleet:
Lo, nought contentst thee who content'st nought Me.

Find new meaning in every joy and sorrow ~ see another world where the end is another beginning. ~Rumi

Friday, October 17, 2014

Old Man In Mountain

Old Man In Mountain by Jesse Lincoln

Silly Bear

Silly Bear by Nathan Griffith

Trying to speak about the ultimate reality is like sending a kiss through a messenger. ~Rumi


Daydreaming by Nathan Griffith


Corona by Nathan Griffith

The Hound of Heaven 5

So it was done.
I in their delicate fellowship was one.
Drew the bolt of Nature's secrecies,
I knew all the swift importings on the wilful face of skies,
I knew how the clouds arise,
Spume d of the wild sea-snortings.
All that's born or dies,
Rose and drooped with,
Made them shapers of mine own moods, or wailful, or Divine.
With them joyed and was bereaven.
I was heavy with the Even,
when she lit her glimmering tapers round the day's dead sanctities.
I laughed in the morning's eyes.
I triumphed and I saddened with all weather,
Heaven and I wept together,
and its sweet tears were salt with mortal mine.
Against the red throb of its sunset heart,
I laid my own to beat
And share commingling heat.

Approaching Surface

Approaching Surface by Nathan Griffith

Selkie Sea

Selkie Sea by Nathan Griffith

Thursday, October 16, 2014

Story on Fire

Story on Fire by Nathan Griffith

The Writer

The Writer by Nathan Griffith

Mother Daughter Walk

Mother Daughter Walk by Nathan Griffith

At The Bookstore

At The Bookstore by Nathan Griffith

A Lover's Tolken

A Lover's Token by Nathan Griffith

The Hound of Heaven 4

I sought no more that after which I strayed
In face of Man or Maid.
But still within the little childrens' eyes
Seems something, something that replies,
They at least are for me, surely for me.
But just as their young eyes grew sudden fair,
With dawning answers there,
Their angel plucked them from me by the hair.
Come then, ye other children, Nature's
Share with me, said I, your delicate fellowship.
Let me greet you lip to lip,
Let me twine with you caresses,
Wantoning with our Lady Mother's vagrant tresses,
Banqueting with her in her wind walled palace,
Underneath her azured dai:s,
Quaffing, as your taintless way is,
From a chalice, lucent weeping out of the dayspring.

Everything is painted with the brush of the invisible one, let us follow the hidden signs & find the painter. ~Rumi

Confession of Love

Confession of Love  by Nathan Griffith

Wednesday, October 15, 2014