Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard
I see Beauty in many things. And like the ghosts that only speak to you if you notice them, they tell me wondrous tales. With my camera and my thoughts, I captured these as faithfully as I can to share with you. And by doing so, they gave me the reasons. And though the thousand reasons may not all be sweet and some indeed bitter; they are still reasons to live. Come to think about it, that is Life, isn't it?
"The sharp knife of a short life
I've had just enough time..."
- "If I Die Young" The Band Perry
Friday, 2 December 2011
The Sorrow of the Lonely Urn.
I've had just enough time to... appreciate Beauty while it last.
Taken in the Gunung Lang resort, Perak, Malaysia.
In the shadow,
The urn tells a timeless tale
In soft whispers.
To the attentive grass and
The slow climbing vines.
“Beauty is Truth, Truth Beauty”
It sadly said,
“But Beauty fades and Life goes on”
"Nothing last forever,
The truth of beauty is -
When it exists."
Ode on a Grecian Urn - John Keats
Thou still unravish'd bride of quietness!
Thou foster-child of silence and slow time
Are sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on;
Not to the sensual ear, but, more endear'd,
Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone
When old age shall this generation waste,
Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe
Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou sayst,
"Beauty is truth, truth beauty," – that is all
Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.