Riding around in the breeze…
“End of the Line” by the Traveling Wilburys Well it’s all right, riding around in the breeze Well it’s all right, if you live the life you please Well it’s all right, doing the best you can Well it’s all right, as long as you lend a hand You can sit around and wait for […]
Were it not for your eyes…
Quiet Girl by Langston Hughes I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams Were it not for your songs
I have loved much and been loved deeply…
“I Have Loved Hours at Sea” by Sarah Teasdale I have loved hours at sea, gray cities, The fragile secret of a flower, Music, the making of a poem That gave me heaven for an hour; First stars above a snowy hill, Voices of people kindly and wise, And the great look of love, long […]
We open the halves of a miracle…
“A Lemon” by Pablo Neruda Out of lemon flowers loosed on the moonlight, love’s lashed and insatiable essences, sodden with fragrance, the lemon tree’s yellow emerges, the lemons move down from the tree’s planetarium Delicate merchandise! The harbors are big with it- bazaars for the light and the barbarous gold. We open the halves […]
I drank at every vine…
Photograph: Morning Tea “Feast” by Edna St. Vincent Millay I drank at every vine. The last was like the first. I came upon no wine So wonderful as thirst. I gnawed at every root. I ate of every plant. I came upon no fruit So wonderful as want. Feed the grape and bean To the […]
They whose heart is firm…
“I love those who can smile in trouble, who can gather strength from distress, and grow brave by reflection. ‘Tis the business of little minds to shrink, but they whose heart is firm, and whose conscience approves their conduct, will pursue their principles unto death” – Leonardo da Vinci
I stayed suspended and green between sun and geography…
“Bird” by Pablo Neruda It was passed from one bird to another, the whole gift of the day. The day went from flute to flute, went dressed in vegetation, in flights which opened a tunnel through the wind would pass to where birds were breaking open the dense blue air – and there, night came […]
Small details…
“If only we could pull out our brain and use only our eyes” – Pablo Picasso
The stars began to burn…
through the sheets of clouds, and there was a new voice which you slowly recognized as your own, that kept you company as you strode deeper and deeper into the world, determined to do the only thing you could do– determined to save the only life you could save. -Excerpted from “The Journey” by Mary […]
Bits of beauty everywhere…
“In art, as in life, everything is possible so long as it is based on love” […]