The Looking Glass Waterfall


I searched and searched and searched

and I could not find Thee anywhere

I called Thee aloud, standing on the Temple.

I rang the Temple bell

with the rising of the sun

I bathed in the Ganges in vain.

I came back from Ka’ba disappointed;

I looked for Thee in heaven,

my Beloved, my Pearl, but at last I have found Thee

hidden in the shell of my heart.

—Hazrat Inayat Khan

 

 

Looking Glass Falls, Pisgah National Forest. Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio, 2016

Looking Glass Falls, Pisgah National Forest. Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio, 2016

 

 

 

Fir trees, what are you?

We are the souls of the sages

who preferred vigil in the solitude to the busy life of the world.

 

Fir trees, what are you? We are hands from heaven,

stretched out to bless the earth continually.

 

 

Fir trees,what are you made for?

We are the temples

made for those who worship God in nature.

 

Fir trees, what are you doing in this forest?

We are the souls on the cross,

patiently awaiting

the hour of our liberation.

 

Dry wood, why do they burn you?

Because I no longer can bear fruit.

—Hazrat Inayat Khan

 

 

 

 

Mighty rocks have slid down the mountain side. Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio, 2016

Mighty rocks have slid down the mountain side. Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio, 2016

 

 

Mountain wild flowers. Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio, 2016

Mountain wild flowers. Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio, 2016

 

 

Tulip, why have you opened your lips?

To tell you what I have learnt in silence.

What did you learn?

To make of oneself an empty cup.

 

Orchid, what do your petals represent?

Graceful movements of dance.

what does your dance express?

The earth paying homage to Heaven

—Hazrat Inayat Khan

 

 

Water is the elixir of life. Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio, 2016

Water is the elixir of life. Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio, 2016

 

The path of freedom

does not lead to the goal of freedom;

It is the path of discipline

which leads to the goal of liberty.

—Hazrat Inayat Khan

 

 

 

The Looking Glass pool. Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio, 2016

The Cliff face beside Looking Glass Falls. Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio, 201

 

 

The falls through the trees. Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio, 2016

The falls through the trees. Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio, 2016

 

 

 

Make your heart as soft as wax

to sympathize with others,

But make it hard as a rock

to bear the hard knocks of the world.

—Hazrat Inayat Khan

 

Entering Pigsah National Forest. Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio, 2016

Entering Pisgah National Forest. Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio, 2016

My Day of Discoveries


Yesterday was a pleasantly warm day with the possibilities of rain. So my sister and I want into the mountains to do some exploring. It was a wonderful day and full of many beautiful scenes. I took 139 photographs but I will just share a few with you. I hope you like them and that they add in some little way to your day.

 

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Now I live on the French Broad River. You have seen many pictures of the river and nearby mountains. There was also the English Broad River, which now has become the Broad River. The French Broad River is older than the surrounding mountains. It is also the only river in the continental US that flows south to north. It ends up in Tennessee. The following pictures of a river are the Broad River.

 

 

 

Storm coming in and mist in the mountains, Chimney Rock, NC. Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio, 2016

Storm coming in and mist in the mountains, Chimney Rock, NC. Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio, 2016

 

 

Old wooden bridge over the Broad River. Photograph and copyright Barbara Mattio, 2016

Old wooden bridge over the Broad River. Photograph and copyright Barbara Mattio, 2016 (in the rain)

 

 

The River. Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio, 2016

The River. Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio, 2016

 

 

Huge rocks. Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio, 2016

Huge rocks. Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio, 2016

 

 

In places it rushes by. Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio, 2016

In places it rushes by. Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio, 2016

 

 

I love the little white caps. Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio, 2016

I love the little white caps. Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio, 2016

 

 

 

The river rambles through the mountains. Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio, 2016

The river rambles through the mountains. Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio, 2016

 

 

The river flows through it. Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio, 2016

The river flows through it. Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio, 2016

 

 

River swirls. Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio, 2016

River swirls. Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio, 2016

 

 

River rock. Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio, 2016

River rock. Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio, 2016

 

 

The river. Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio, 2016

The river. Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio, 2016

 

 

The Broad River. Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio, 2016

The Broad River. Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio, 2016

 

Some of the rocks which have slid down the river are quite large. Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio, 2016

Some of the rocks which have slid down the river are quite large. Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio, 2016

 

 

Rocks from the mountains have fallen into the river. Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio, 2016

Rocks from the mountains have fallen into the river. Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio, 2016

 

 

Wooden bridge over the Broad River. Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio, 2016

Wooden bridge over the Broad River. Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio, 2016

 

 

The Broad River. Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio, 2016

The Broad River. Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio, 2016

 

 

The Broad River. Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio, 2016

The Broad River. Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio, 2016

 

 

A creek which feeds the Broad River. Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio, 2016

A creek which feeds the Broad River. Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio, 2016

 

 

 

I named this the Sunflower House. Photography and copyright by Barbara Mattio, 2016

I named this the Sunflower House. Photography and copyright by Barbara Mattio, 2016

 

 

 

The Eastern Continental Divide. Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio, 2016

The Eastern Continental Divide. Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio, 2016

 

 

I love lavender. Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio, 2016

I love lavender. Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio, 2016