Mr. Sandy
Eyes Tell Stories
I started this blog because I am profoundly amazed by the things that the eyes can say and tell. The things that I have seen in simplicity have a story. The complicated have a story. Everyone's eyes have a story. What is your story? Submit your "Eyes Tell Stories" pictures to me and a story and I will post it! myeyessay@gmail.com
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
Monday, October 25, 2010
Saturday, September 18, 2010
Monday, March 22, 2010
Memoirs (from Anuj...)
Thank you Anuj....I love the picture
I dreamt a dream that was ages ago
I dreamt a dream that was ages ago
A time with time enough to sow
Many people with people to care
Many friends with friends to share
Kind words for words that were written
Chats within chats that left me smitten
Ideas for ideas about future's plans
A nature from nature that made me a fan
I wished a wish that had not been so
A life without life that has left me low
Memories of memories that seem so true
A feeling of lost feeling thinking of you
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Paint: A Perspective
Paint her beautiful
Slow. Deliberate
Purposeful
To give her meaning
To all that she does not understand
Paint her soul
With crimson and gold
So when winter falls
She'll have warmth to hold
Paint the day you met
So she'll never forget
Take all that you are
And trace it all around
Though time may bring distance
Love will keep you bound
Paint her soft
When the harshness of the
World has been enough
Paint your presence
Within her essence
After you've gone
She'll never feel your absence
~A
Slow. Deliberate
Purposeful
To give her meaning
To all that she does not understand
With crimson and gold
So when winter falls
She'll have warmth to hold
Paint the day you met
So she'll never forget
Take all that you are
And trace it all around
Though time may bring distance
Love will keep you bound
Paint her soft
When the harshness of the
World has been enough
Paint your presence
Within her essence
After you've gone
She'll never feel your absence
~A
Friday, October 23, 2009
Monday, August 10, 2009
Here I Stand
The following piece is a piece that I am proud to not only post, but I am honored to do so. The only condition to posting this is that I would not publish the name behind the words. I can tell you this however. These words are spoken from the heart of a beautiful person facing his own battle for life. A truly gifted neurosurgeon, husband, father and friend who has touched the lives of so many and in his courageous journey to those who know and love him dearly- we find that he is touching our lives... To you we say "Thank you."
"This, then, is life. I am blessed by a rich, deep, and full life; I prize being surrounded and sustained by my beloved family, my special friends, my esteemed colleagues, and my entrusted patients. I am now starting a new adventure filled both with terror and with hope. It is overwhelmingly clear how grand the provenance is that governs the web of our lives. I am sufficiently grounded to respond, "'Tis a gift to be simple, 'tis a gift to be free", and to rejoice daily in the enoblement of true good work, in the transcendance to be found in other people, in the meaning and beauty of this world, and in the given mystery that is my life. I stand justified and assured of the promise of the future to come."
"This, then, is life. I am blessed by a rich, deep, and full life; I prize being surrounded and sustained by my beloved family, my special friends, my esteemed colleagues, and my entrusted patients. I am now starting a new adventure filled both with terror and with hope. It is overwhelmingly clear how grand the provenance is that governs the web of our lives. I am sufficiently grounded to respond, "'Tis a gift to be simple, 'tis a gift to be free", and to rejoice daily in the enoblement of true good work, in the transcendance to be found in other people, in the meaning and beauty of this world, and in the given mystery that is my life. I stand justified and assured of the promise of the future to come."
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