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Like the meeting of the seagulls and the waves we meet and come near. The seagulls fly off, the waves roll away and we depart...... "Stray Birds" by Rabindranath Tagore is my favorite poem. Here I'll share pictures of life in France and trip in Europe with words from "Stray Bird".

Words......

The song feels the infinite in the air, the picture in the earth, the poem in the air and the earth; For its words have meaning that walks and music that soars.

Depth of peace

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let my doing nothing when I have nothing to do become undtroubled in its depth of peace like the evening in the seashore when the water is silent.
 - Stray birds, Tagore



*taken at Santorini,
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Santorini is the most silent place I've even been, although tourists from all over the world crowd into her embrace.

It is an isolated Island which is not belonged to the modern world - no one talks about the stock market, the fluctuation in the oil price, nor the strike......Everyone come for enjoying their life, or maybe use the word "escape", from the commercial world.

We lay on the beach to enjoy the beauty of sunrise and sunset.
We sit on the top to accept the blessing from the wind.
We drink under the moon to share our heart with friends.
We are just like birds - fly high and freely in the sky.

That is the dream life of everyone. And thus people come, and do nothing in Santorini.

When I get tired one day, I am going to escape to this lovely and peaceful Island again.

Illusory

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We read the world wrong and say that it deceives us.
 - Stray birds, Tagore


















*taken at Cappadoica, Turkey
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"This must be illusory !! It looks like the scenery in Mario game !" This is my first comment when I arrived Cappadoica.

Cappadoica was the first city I visited in Turkey. And thus it helped to shape the image of Turkey in my heart deeply. "A natural place without any "face-lift" " It is a place where we can meet the nature - blue sky and white cloud without air pollution, rock in rare sharp without reclamation, trees are free to grow without embellishment...... Everything lives freely in their original own step.

They breathe the fresh air.
They smile to the blue sky.
They walk on the rough land.
They stand here for thousands of year, look at what have human done, and maybe......laugh at them.

We pursue everything to become ours. We change and marked them to signify these are ours. Then, as time goes by, we forgot what was the original.

Where is the golden wisdom?

It should be in our own heart, I think. It should be our origin which rooted in the deepest of our heart. And it should be different by people because we earn it by experience. We can find it when we no longer deceived by the shadow of the world.



The Language of Eternal

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"What language is thine, O sea?"
"The language of eternal question."
"What language is thy answer, O sky?"
"The language of eternal silence."
- Stray birds, Tagore









*taken at Piazzole Michelangelo, Florence, Italy
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It was the most amazing sky I've ever seen.
River stopped flowing, clouds stopped floating, birds stopped singing......the earth stopped turning. Everything was fixed at that moment and I heard the silence of eternal.

I don't really like Italy although I'm a girl. For me, the Italian is too "loudly". But I do love her art. Michelangelo is one of my favorite artists. You can't imagine how happy were I when I saw the "Creation of Adam" at Vatican. I stopped my step, stopped breathing, stopped thinking...... I felt the greatest art by my heart, let the beauty of the art sticked into my memory. The world was absolutely silence, expect the mass from the church and the leaping of my blood.


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