Black and beautiful human friends

Last night when I was ill a very black doctor came to see me so I was wondering where his ancestors may have lived Then I found these lovely images.

The spirit

Order and chaos

Life and death

Yet too much order can kill the spirit

Chaos brings a chance of new connections

In my end is my beginning;

Into dust all life goes

The books neatly arranged

Are only a dust trap to the obsessive cleaner

Less use than toilet paper

Infinite dreaming worlds

While to the artist they contain

That now few of us have time for

Fearing the loss of drowning eyes

In the colour of Impressionist dots

And Van Gogh’s fields,

Blues Picassos

More divine than grace

Lose yourself then rise

As Christ did

And shoot like a flying star

Into the joys of heaven