The heart is
The thousand stringed instrument.
Our sadness and fear come from being
Out of tune with love.
The heart is
The thousand stringed instrument.
Our sadness and fear come from being
Out of tune with love.
I have been so inspired by the simplicity and the innovativeness of this artist and her use of words. My life is richer because of it.
“You would like to grow a garden of this blue, then pick it up and slowly place it into a canvas apron or a wicker basket. Arrange the sky in bouquets, reap its perfumes, hold beauty against yourself for a few hours and be reconciled”
-Jean-Michel Maulpoix
All ways are alleyways
that always waylay you.
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Any path that you take
breaks from its route
in the way that a root
word, when said, gets
tangled in int ganglia.
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the secret that you say
sotto voce, like a wish
ricochets into echoes.
Members of the Seattle Tubing Society holding one of their group mixers, circa 1953.
Via: Black & WTF