Dust if you must
Dust if you must, but wouldn’t it be better To paint a picture, or write a letter, Bake a cake, or plant a seed; Ponder the difference between want and need? Dust if… Continue reading
Dust if you must, but wouldn’t it be better To paint a picture, or write a letter, Bake a cake, or plant a seed; Ponder the difference between want and need? Dust if… Continue reading
Love is the voice under all silences, the hope which has no opposite in fear; the strength so strong mere force is feebleness: the truth more first than sun, more last than star.… Continue reading
To watch the sun sink behind a flower clad hill. To wander on in a huge forest without thought of return. To stand upon the shore and gaze after a boat that disappears… Continue reading
How can I not love this song! Inspired by one of my favourite Rumi poems: Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing, there is a field. I’ll meet you there. When the soul… Continue reading
I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times. In life after life, in age after age, forever. My spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs, That you… Continue reading
It was only a sunny smile, and little it cost in the giving, but like morning light it scattered the night and made the day worth living. F. Scott Fitzgerald
Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing, there is a field. I will meet you there. When the soul lies down in that grass, the world is too full to talk about language,… Continue reading
One of my favourite poems, posted here before, but it can never be said too many times. I’m such a wanderer.
Lyrics to “What a day to be alive” by Greg Laswell What a day to be alive What a day to realize I’m not dead What a day to save a dime What… Continue reading
Go seek a love like this, if you truly live. Or else remain the slave of time. And whatever state you seek, Your lips so dry, must always drink, Drink up and up,… Continue reading