If you are really thankful, what do you do?
You share.
— W. Clement Stone —
i love stuffing…
My thanksgiving is perpetual.
— Henry David Thoreau —
one-half of wisdom…
You cannot love someone into deserving you.
— r.h. Sin —
destined to be the sun…
There is a time for being ahead,
a time for being behind;
a time for being in motion,
a time for being at rest;
a time for being vigorous,
a time for being exhausted;
a time for being safe,
a time for being in danger.
— Lao Tzu —
a flame that devours…
The cry of my body for completeness.
That is a cry to you.
— Mary Carolyn Davies —
behold and beheld…
for you to see beauty here
does not mean
there is beauty in me
it means there is beauty rooted
so deep within you
you can’t help but
see it everywhere
― Rupi Kaur —
we walk a fine line…
Without meaning to,
he’s disarmed me,
with kisses that soothe
and alarm me.
In arms that terrify
and calm me.
— Lang Leav —
tip of the iceberg…
To live in this world you must be able to do three things
To love what you love
To hold it against your bones
As if your life depends on it
And when it is time to let it go
To let it go.
Mary Oliver
song of myself…
I celebrate myself, and sing myself
And what I assume you shall assume,
For every belonging to me as good belongs to you…
Stop this day and night with me and you shall possess
the origin of all poetry
You shall possess the good of the earth and sun,
(there are millions of suns left)
You shall no longer take things at second or third hand,
nor look through the eyes of the dead,
nor feed on the spectres in books,
You shall not look through my eyes either, nor take things from me,
You shall listen to all sides and filter them from yourself.
— Walt Whitman —
the rain is like you…
I don’t know: this gravity elastic feeling to let go and fall together with you is one thing, but it is better to live exactly where you are with as many permanent emotions in you as you can muster.
Talking to myself.Your spirit is with me.
Please kiss whatever part of you can reach for me.
— John Cage —