Songs for the Soul

Yuna's Worlds Away

 Link: https://www.youtube.com/@YunasWorldsAway

Forest Love Songs

 

Whispering of Pipa

The story of my journey - From a dream to reality

Flowers can dance

Roar

Joanne Shenandoah and Native American songs

Colors of the Wind

Can you sing with all the voices of the mountain,

Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?

The rainstorm and the river are my brothers

The heron and the otter are my friends
And we are all connected to each other
In a circle in a hoop that never ends...

~ Colors of the Wind

Amazingly beautiful! (Unknown Artist?)

Dream and Dreamcatcher

We sailed out in the morning
As the winter turns to spring
Undestined and unknowing
Of what tomorrow brings
Towards the blue horizon
Leaving all we have behind
Our yearning hearts will guide us to find

A dream we carry with us
And the hopes that we hold
As we rise from the ash into gold
We reach for the impossible
As unreal it may seem
Still we sail 'cross the ocean
And follow the dream

The moon and stars above us
Will lead us to the shore
My heart will be my compass
And you will be my north
We forecast stormy weather
And pro-and-con our moves
But what have we achieved ...

A dream we carry with us
And the hopes that we hold
As we rise from the ash into gold
We reach for the impossible
As unreal it may seem
We will sail 'cross the ocean
And capture the dream

One day arriving
Behind the far blue
Where you'll find me waiting
And I will find you too

A dream we carry with us
And the hopes that we hold
As we rise from the ash into gold
We reach for the impossible
As unreal it may seem
We will sail 'cross the ocean
And become the dream

Hear my silent prayer
Heed my quiet call
When the dark and blue surround you

Step into my sigh
Look inside the light

You will know that I have found you

Hear my silent prayer
Heed my quiet call
When the dark and blue surround you

Step into my sigh
Look inside the light
You will know that I have found you

Morning has broken

Morning has broken like the first morning
Blackbird has spoken like the first bird
Praise for the singing, praise for the morning
Praise for them springing fresh from the Word

Sweet the rains new fall, sunlit from Heaven
Like the first dewfall on the first grass

Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden
Sprung in completeness where His feet pass

Mine is the sunlight, mine is the morning
Born of the one light, Eden saw play
Praise with elation, praise every morning
God's recreation of the new day

Morning has broken like the first morning
Blackbird has spoken like the first bird
Praise for the singing, praise for the morning
Praise for them springing fresh from the Word

Gate of Dawn

The wheels of life keep turning.
Spinning without control;
The wheels of the heart keep yearning.
For the sound of the singing soul.
And nights are full with weeping.
For sins of the past we've sown;
But, tomorrow is ours for the keeping,
Tomorrow the future's shown.

Lift your eyes and see the glory.
Where the circle of life is drawn;
See the never-ending story,
Come with me to the Gates of Dawn.

And whose is the hand who raises
The sun from the heaving sea?
The power that ever amazes '
We look, but never will see?
Who scattered the seeds so life could be,
Who coloured the fields of corn?
Who formed the mould that made me ' me,
Before the world was born?

Lift your eyes and see the glory.
Where the circle of life is drawn;
See the never-ending story,
Come with me to the Gates of Dawn.

Lift your eyes and see the glory.
Where the circle of life is drawn;
See the never-ending story,
Come with me to the Gates of Dawn.

Lift your eyes and see the glory.
Where the circle of life is drawn;
See the never-ending story,
Come with me to the Gates of Dawn

Skellig

O light the candle, John
The daylight has almost gone
The birds have sung their last
The bells call all to mass

Sit here by my side
For the night is very long
There's something I must tell
Before I pass along

I joined the brotherhood
My books were all to me
I scribed the words of God
And much of history

Many a year was I
Perched out upon the sea
The waves would wash my tears,
The wind, my memory

I'd hear the ocean breathe
Exhale upon the shore
I knew the tempest's blood
Its wrath I would endure

And so the years went by
Within my rocky cell
With only a mouse or bird
My friend; I loved them well

And so it came to pass
I'd come here to Romani
And many a year it took
Till I arrived here with thee

On dusty roads I walked
And over mountains high
Through rivers running deep
Beneath the endless sky

Beneath these jasmine flowers
Amidst these cypress trees
I give you now my books
And all their mysteries

Now take the hourglass
And turn it on its head
For when the sands are still
'Tis then you'll find me dead

O light the candle, John
The daylight is almost gone
The birds have sung their last
The bells call all to mass

Heart of Dawn - An Zan

"My hut lies in the middle of a dense forest;
Every year the green ivy grows longer.
No news of the affairs of men,
Only the occasional song of a woodcutter.
The sun shines and I mend my robe;
When the moon comes out I read Buddhist poems.
I have nothing to report my friends.
If you want to find the meaning, stop chasing after
so many things."

~ Daigu Ryokan

Wild and free

Let Me Walk In Beauty

O Great Spirit,
whose voice I hear in the winds
and whose breath gives life to all the world,
hear me.
I am small and weak.
I need your strength and wisdom.
Let me walk in beauty
and let my eyes ever behold the red and purple sunset.
Make my hands respect the things you have made
and my ears grow sharp to hear your voice.
Make me wise so that I may understand the things you have taught my people.
Let me learn the lessons you have hidden
in every leaf and rock.
I seek strength not to be greater than my brother or sister
but to fight my greatest enemy, myself.
Make me always ready
to come to you with clean hands and straight eyes
So when life fades as the fading sunset
my spirit may come to you without shame.

Amen

***

I love you

True is the word of your eyes
Beauty is the beating of your heart
Love is the smile on your face
Dearie is the touch of your heart

***

Wild and free

In my heart I am Indian, Wild and Free,
but in this world, it was not meant to be.
Sun father, Moon Woman, Earth Mother, guiding me through my day,
but somehow, in this world I lost my way.
Great Spirit, far and wide, please come to me and be my guide,
take me as your daughter and you’ll be proud of me,
and then I shall become an Indian on the land that’s Wild and Free,
where for me happiness shall always be..

Blowing a dandelion wish

"I made a wish, and watched it fly away
Like dandelion snow, on a warm day"
~ Villanelle

 

Heaven on Earth

The Mountain from TSO Photography on Vimeo.

Credit: TSO Photography

Our earth is such a beautiful place.

This was filmed over the course of 7 days at El Teide, Spain’s highest mountain. It’s renowned as one of the best places in the world to photograph stars.

Make sure your sound is on, and activate full-screen HD for the full experience.

Source: http://thespiritscience.net/

Crystalapse: Frozen in Timelapse (Iceland)



Taken from video description:

"Filmed over 2 weeks in Iceland, March 2014. A journey into the shadows of ice caves and lights of the Aurora. The caves are a beautiful blue, awash in glacier-filtered sunlight. And the Northern Lights set the sky on fire – it’s quite a moment standing before something so cosmic. I had originally imagined this would be a cold and horrible trip, but… the desolate landscape was so simple it was perhaps the most beautiful place I’d been to. That’s not to say it wasn’t cold – especially in the second week, a snowstorm hit and the car got stuck in snow amidst hail and wind. Pushing & hauling were indeed necessary! Drying snow-soaked socks with the hairblower was also fun. There is a surprise ending. After setting up the tripod, I began to take a photo of ourselves… when suddenly, I “found” something on the ground… ;) It may not make the ice melt, but almost certainly your heart."

A story for tomorrow

a story for tomorrow. from gnarly bay on Vimeo

"This video was written and produced while traveling through Chile & Patagonia with my girlfriend. We spent 5 weeks exploring this amazing country, and this is how we chose to document it. Thanks so much for checking it out." ~ Gnarly Bay

Song of the wind

I listen to the song of the wind it has no name

I listen to the song of the wind it has no words

I listen to the song of the wind that I can see

The wind is real, the wind is real

  

I listen to the song of the sky it has no name

I listen to the song of the sky it has no words

I listen to the song of the sky that I can see

The sky is real, the sky is real

I listen to the song of the moon it has no name

I listen to the song of the moon it has no words

I listen to the song of the moon that I can see

The moon is real, the moon is real

And I am free...

Hans Zatzka - Spring Beauty

Hans Zatzka - The blossom tree

Hans Zatzka - The Goddess Of Spring

Hans Zatzka - Allegoria della Primavera

Hans Zatzka - Dancing Amongst the Flowers

Hans Zatzka - Girl with Flowers.

Hans Zatzka - The maiden of Spring

Hans Zatzka - Spring Love.

Hans Zatzka - Spring Song

Hans Zatzka - Mother With Children

Hans Zatzka - Girls and Cupid

Hans Zatzka - Spring

Hans Zatzka - Happy Springtime

Hans Zatzka - The Spring of Life

Hans Zatzka - The song of Spring

Hans Zatzka - Arcadian Spring

Hans Zatzka - Nymphs

Hans Zatzka - Fairy Dance.

Hans Zatzka - Interior with a lightly dressed woman and a lute player

Hans Zatzka - Harem Entertainers

Hans Zatzka - Charming The Animals

Hans Zatzka - A Water Idyll.

Hans Zatzka - Crossing the Stream.

Hans Zatzka - Halt die brucke (will the bridge hold)

Hans Zatzka - In the Angel's Garden

Hans Zatzka - In the Boat

Hans Zatzka - Obedience.

Hans Zatzka - Schmetterlingsjagd

Hans Zatzka - Skittles

Hans Zatzka - The Berry Picker

Hans Zatzka - The Card Players.

Hans Zatzka - Sleeping Beauty

Hans Zatzka - The perfume makers

Hans Zatzka - Arabian Nights

Hans Zatzka - Cupid brandishing his arrows

Hans Zatzka - Cupid's Toss

Hans Zatzka - Brückenzoll (Who goes there)

Hans Zatzka - At Cupids Fountain

Hans Zatzka - Arrow of Cupid

Hans Zatzka - Love Is In The Air

Hans Zatzka - Edelweiss La Foret.

Hans Zatzka - Girl with Flowers.

Hans Zatzka - Girl with Meadow Flowers and Roses.

Hans Zatzka - Girl with sheep in garden

Hans Zatzka - Girls and Cupid

Hans Zatzka - Faun und Nymphen

Hans Zatzka - Love Offering

Hans Zatzka - Nymphs, elfs and angels

Hans Zatzka - Paradise.

Hans Zatzka - Pearls of the Sea

Hans Zatzka - Symphony of the Water Nymphs.

On Hans Zatzka: http://e-vint.com/zatzka.html
More paintings from Hans Zatzka:
https://www.flickr.com/photos/sofi01/sets/72157622057081202/