Pictures and albums about Mauka-mists published in entertainment

Featured Member's Choice Entertainment Digital Art 18 October 2007 ~ Western slopes of Haleakala, Maui Hawai'i gazing out over the isthmus of the island at sunset ~ "And upon the stillness of a cloud-filled afternoon, the child asked of the Mystic: "Where is God, the Creator, and how will I endeavor to find the sacredness of His Being?" And the Mystic answered: Once upon a thousand years ago did a man seek the answer to your very question. He searched the mountains for the One called God; But he only saw the green and yellow blanket of distant aspen trees. He walked along the ocean shore, to know the Creator of Life; But all he heard was the rhythmic roar of the tide's own song. He rode across the prairie, looking to find God at his journey's end; But all that came to him was the sweet fragrance of the wild flower's bloom. He reached out for the sky, pleading for a sign of His Presence; But he only felt the vastness and timelessness of the starlit night. Oh foolish man that he was, to search for God with the eyes of his mind; When He was forever with him, when seen through the eyes of his soul." ~ Listen close and you shall hear the whispering wind both far and near. Truths revealed while all alone that you might find the way back Home. ~ excerpt from The Prophet's Candle by Daniel

"Your touch was gentle. I hardly noticed you enter within the circle of my life. But yet, you took hold of my heart, and led me along an ancient path. Back to the places of the Ancestors and the Old Gods. You spun an unseen magic that found its way into my life. As I lay with that circle of stones, ancient and worn, and looked up into the starry sky, I could never have imagined that I would see the world through your eyes or touch your magical realm, a vision of the sparkling walls of your celestial home, held within your divine radiance, my Goddess of the Fates. And yet, was I not always your child waiting to be born? Your voice murmuring in the night. The sigh of the wind on the moor, and within the places of the dreaming, carried by the sound of the Shaman’s drum. The many things you have shown me, in waking and in sleep, snatches of an ancient melody, steps of a timeless dance. The weaver of the web, of which I am but one small strand.... your essence flows within my veins, your song hidden within my dreams, waiting to be revealed." ~ Vanora