last glimpse

last glimpse ~ 1955-?

… I was to learn nothing new, but to recall what was dropped away in a daily hurry. What was the meaning of my activity? I question the purpose not of my eating , but the role of the consciousness in my being alive.

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The surface of the water looks the same everywhere. Yet the above don’t mislead a fisherman. He knows where to fish and where it would be just waist of time. The knowledge helps greatly in our life”s journey. Therefore we have so many sites on web which much prefer wise sayings to the latest news from the world. These collections of quotes testify for Love which gives us a lead. Thus we rejoice not only at the quotes in hard covers, but the transcripts in the personal notebooks too.

While browsing through the web, one verse caught my eye. I just can’t not to put it down to my notebook: “…how much the good work they (the social workers) do depends on how much help they could get from people willing to support their work.” Wow, well-spoken note, dear Julehya. I just immediately visualized the sages of all ages – trillions of goodwill people had even less then I do. So my problems were solved – I recall a saying “we are alive not by bread alone” My sorrow for my impotency to buy anything to rapidly forthcoming Christmas were replaced with the hot Thank you, God, for our road don’t ends here and now.

Dear bloggers, let me address you as my dearest brothers in spirit. Happy Holiday!

homeland

HOMELAND OF LULLABY ~ meditation in color

while painting,  the miracle happened. I heard the whispering of the sunbeam and the dull daily round stopped  irritate … Just look at the above. As I listen to the wind, the listening inspired me to make a report and thus I recognized myself at the homeland of lullabies. Wow, the wondrous flowers bloom where the faith silence the complaints for the heaven could indwell the mean shanties.

homesickness

homesickness

a saying goes : “you are what you think about” … though people are used to give the sages the nod, yet many are in confusion at the daily round.  While presenting the artworks to the audience, it is especially easy to fall into that trap : it is common to talk about what was succeeded to achieve as a result of long creative work, yet is it not the obvious boasting?  While looking at my picture I see not the landscape that was painted by me, but again recognize myself in awe towards what was allowed to me to grasp then.  Thank you, dear God, for my desire to listen to You and Your precious help to hear the riverside… the reflection of the heavenly invitation.

candleday

candleday ~ by Tomas Karkalas, Lithuania

While talking about the fine arts, the eternal values guide us, and consequently the universal beauty touch, pierce into the heart. Just look around. Ooops… why does the darkness still cover my road?

sunset ful with dawn

As sport builds the muscles, so the manner of thought shapes our language and opens the eyes. Thus I discovered the meaning of my daily bread : that phrase defines not what I cant allow myself to purchase, but reminds the roots. That gives the wings and the spirit blossoms out with hearty welcome. Please browse my archives, I hope you will enjoy the pictures here and the modern symbolism will not mislead your joy.