Be loving & caring... Always. Happy new year ~ Bonne année! Peace

Marina Abramovic and Ulay started an intense love story in the 70s, performing art out of the van they lived in. When they felt the relationship had run its course, they decided to walk the Great Wall of China, each from one end, meeting for one last big hug in the middle and never seeing each other again. At her 2010 MoMa retrospective Marina performed ‘The Artist Is Present’ as part of the show, where she shared a minute of silence with each stranger who sat in front of her. Ulay arrived without her knowing and this is what happened. Source: www.zengarage.com.au/2013/03/marina-abramovic-and-ulay/

Your longing for Me is my message to you. All your attempts to reach Me, are in reality My attempts to reach you. ~ Rumi

EVERY YEAR

EVERY YEAR
Albert Pike

The Spring has less of brightness
Every year,
And the snow a ghastlier whiteness
Every year.,
Nor do Summer flowers quicken,
Nor Autumn fruitage thicken
As they once did,––for we sicken
Every year. 

It is growing darker, colder,
Every year,––
As the heart and soul grow older
Every year.,
I care not now for dancing
Nor for eyes with passion glancing,
Love is less and less entrancing,
Every year. 

Of the loves and sorrows blended,
Every year,––
Of the charms of friendships ended,
Every year,––
Of the ties that still might bind me
Until time of death resigned me,
My infirmities remind me
Every year. 

Ah, how sad to look before us
Every year,––
While the cloud looks darker o′er us
Every year!
When we see the blossoms faded
That to bloom we might have aided
And immortal garlands braided,
Every year. 

To the past go more dead faces
Every year,––
As the loved leave vacant places
Every year.
Everywhere the sad eyes meet us,
In the evening′s dusk they greet us,
And to come to them entreat us,
Every year. 

You are growing old, they tell us,
Every year
You are more alone, they tell us,
Every year.,
You can win no new affection,
You have only recollection,
Deeper sorrow and dejection,
Every year. 

Yes, the shores of life are shifting
Every year,
And we are seaward drifting
Every year,
old places changing fret us,––
The living more regret us,––
There are fewer to regret us,
Every year. 

But the true life draweth nigher
Every year.,
And its Morning Star climbs higher
Every year,
Earth′s hold on us grows slighter,
And the heavy burden lighter,
And the Dawn Immortal brighter,
Every year.