I speak of love that comes to mind:
The moon is faithful, although blind;
She moves in thought she cannot speak.
Perfect care has made her bleak.
I never dreamed the sea so deep,
The earth so dark; so long my sleep,
I have become another child.
I wake to see the world go wild.
-Allen Ginsberg, An Eastern Ballad
I’ve been a little absent – pesky day job but I’m back to gathering images and moments to post here regularly. I hope you’ll continue to stop by. I love the bit above by Allen Ginsberg, what an interesting mind that man had. His poetry always makes me think a bit longer and in a more colorful manner.
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