Sunday, May 17, 2015
Wednesday, May 13, 2015
Tuesday, May 12, 2015
“With dreams the same is true. No one really knows their meaning but yourself. If you read books in which you are told that a certain object always represents such and such, then you are like the artist who accepts the critic’s idea of the symbols in his own work. You will feel alienated from your dreams since you are trying to make them follow a pattern that is not yours.” — Jane Roberts
Quiet as a robber
you walk with me
we can stay here
hidden with the stars
create a diary of dreams
become soft like water
drifting free in the sea of things
these words in my mouth sing
all of this recognizes us
i stand in my desire
i join the mood
the night's influence allows me to inherit you again
B.D.W.
you walk with me
we can stay here
hidden with the stars
create a diary of dreams
become soft like water
drifting free in the sea of things
these words in my mouth sing
all of this recognizes us
i stand in my desire
i join the mood
the night's influence allows me to inherit you again
B.D.W.
Words. I love words. Thinking about words makes my head spin, my heart thud. I love the way they can be broken, reformed, meaningful, empty. Words make life, words sculpt, they build, they create beauty, they destroy, sting, cut, and wield the greatest power. Words are why I live, they are why I love, they are in me and out of me, words are me. Some of my favorite words:ubiquitous, lithe, stealth, write, etc...
Friday, May 8, 2015
“The greatest gift that you could ever give to another is your own happiness, for when you are in a state of joy, happiness, or appreciation, you are fully connected to the Stream of pure, positive Source Energy that is truly who you are. And when you are in that state of connection, anything or anyone that you are holding as your object of attention benefits from your attention.” — Esther Hicks
Thursday, May 7, 2015
Thursday, April 30, 2015
Wednesday, April 29, 2015
“…The thought is— don’t wait for things to change, the hour of man is now and, whether you are working at the bottom of the pile or on top, if you are a creative individual you will go on producing, come hell or high water. And this is the most you can hope to do. One has to go on believing in himself, whether recognized or not, whether heeded or not. The world may seem like hell on wheels— and we are doing our best, are we not, to make it so?— but there is always room, if only in one’s own soul, to create a spot of Paradise, crazy though it may sound.” Henry Miller
Tuesday, April 28, 2015
"Then take me disappearin' through the smoke rings of my mind, Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves, The haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach, Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow. Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free, Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands, With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves, Let me forget about today until tomorrow." — Bob Dylan
Friday, April 24, 2015
Thursday, April 23, 2015
Monday, April 20, 2015
Sunday, April 19, 2015
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