Poem by Rainer Maria Rilke Slowly the west reaches for clothes of new colors which it passes to a row of ancient trees. You look, and soon these two worlds both leave you one part climbs toward heaven, one sinks to earth. leaving you, not really belonging to either, not so hopelessly dark … Continue reading Sunset
Genesis with reduced levels of oxygen becomes more intense struggling for a high concentration of genetic make-up and finely-tuned bodily lexicon Artwork Jael Klein - Bliss More info here.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YR-yCbOiK6g Artwork Reisha Perlmutter - Reverie More info here and here.
Unshadowed handwritten note resting on the ground colouring warmly the air with your heart's whispers touchily bespeaking my name Artwork Edward Herbert Barnard - Mystic River Valley
Noting other people's traits becomes an intimate quest of extravagant self-discovery Print Suzuki Harunobu
4 a.m. this morning – this note I will keep- More vividly my dreams have never been Half the night they spoke to me Rising susceptibility to every thing Fostering consequences Leaving behind complexity (I reckon some of it) I shall begin: My sleeves fell lazily on my arms (Covering my body – translucide … Continue reading In-to-night.
Somewhere down the road My devotion was questioned. Farming letters in unmanageable spelling I asked myself if it was, perhaps, a habit? I sketched different lights That did not differ, to my conclusion. I felt my feet get cold, As if they were beginning to freeze. I could not move Did I reach the finish … Continue reading Fortunate discovery
Flexibility and adaptability are much-needed during times of change.
Time couldn't be brought back And I even saw you leaving There was little left ... No gentle voice to comfort Love withdrawn from every being Should I had chosen Other than Let them tears to surface, Water flood and wash it all Create this new world I could have never See your eyes And … Continue reading Let water fall.
Leave an immature memory on these stones Like a piece of cloth taken from my soul Then Sink under this perfect surface Starting with something humble As Maybe my own toe I don't want to disturb its peacefulness Rather to become a part of it And never to return.