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The Love-Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
- T.S. Eliot
Lotus Flower
Happiness is created not earned and reality is created not observed.
Belle 2017
The only way to hold on is to keep letting go.
Nick Mulvey
"It's never too late to be who you might have been."
George Eliot
"The key to it really is about the power of expression and how you can take a magical moment and turn it into something that's more. The things you say in a song you can't say in a conversation. That's how you change the world, through romance not politics."
Billy Bragg
“To be great, be whole; Exclude nothing, exaggerate nothing that is not you. Be whole in everything. Put all you are Into the smallest thing you do. So, in each lake, the moon shines with splendour Because it blooms up above.”
Fernando Pessoa
cycloid by Mr Div
"Enthusiasm is a form of social courage."
Gretchen Rubin
bought little Myrtle from VegFest this weekend and together with triangular Rose I'm really trying to channel the L O V E
remembering how much I loved electronic pop when I was aged 8-10. I used to get lost in it dancing around my bedroom, eyes closed imagining myself in the story of the songs. not sure why. maybe it was the rhythm being so close to a heart beat and that the sounds were so unlike anything I had ever heard before. or maybe also because they looked like I felt - so different...
If you were the ocean and I was the sun If the day made me heavy and gravity won If I was the red and you were the blue I could just fade into you If you were a window and I was the rain I’d pour myself out and wash off your pain I’d fall like a tear so your light could shine through Then I’d just fade into you In your heart, in your head, in your arms, in your bed under your skin, Til there’s no way to know where you end and where I begin If you were a shadow and I was a street The cobblestone midnight is where we first meet Til the lights flickered out, we dance with the moon Then I’d just fade into you In your heart, in your head, in your arms, in your bed under your skin Til there’s no way to know where you end and where I begin
I wanna melt in I wanna soak through I only wanna move when you move I wanna breathe out when you breathe in then I wanna fade into you If I was just ashes and you were the ground And under your willow they laid me down There’ll be no trace that one was once two After I fade into you OoOoOo OoOoOo OoOoOo Then I just fade into you. OoOoOo OoOoOo OoOoOo Then I just fade into you. Then I just fade into you. Then I just fade into you.
"Our task must be to free ourselves by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature and its beauty."
Albert Einstein
The Alchemist
The magical hermitage of Rima Staines: http://intothehermitage.blogspot.co.uk/
We went a-wandering and I found things I didn't know were there. Slowly it changed me and is changing me still. Since I was eight I have heard the call of this land, it is inside me now. A source of wonder and the pure awesome for me.
"To see the world, things dangerous to come to, to see behind walls, to draw closer, to find each other and to feel.
That is the purpose of life."
Whispering Wood Folk