Renew A Tranquil Conscience Within Me

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Georgia O’Keeffe, Above the Clouds I, 1962/1963, Oil on canvas, 36 1/8 x 48 1/4 inches, Gift of the Burnett Foundation and the Georgia O’Keeffe Foundation, ©Georgia O’Keeffe Museum

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Louis Baker 'Birds'

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sthandwa sami (my beloved, isiZulu) In the early hours of this morning it was far too hot for anyone to sleep. You told me I was strange and kissed me sunk your teeth into my soft bottom lip twice. So hard I thought you drew blood. I keep getting the feeling that if you look at me for long enough you may see that I have a thousand fears just like your mother who never really wanted you to leave meanwhile mina I am catching up on the sleep that we missed and waiting patiently to feel normal again. My thoughts about you are frightening but precise. I can see the house on the hill where we grow our own vegetables out back and drink warm wine out of jam jars and sing songs in the kitchen until the sun comes up wena you make me feel like myself again. Myself before I had any solid reasons to be anything else. Last night you gave me space to dream bigger than the single bed. You laughed in your sleep and I cried in mine and this afternoon we might be tired because the sun is fierce today and so much happened between midnight and now but Bhabha you are terror and brilliance so I am the kind of woman who is already teaching my body to miss yours without craving. I am the type of woman who is already teaching my heart to miss yours without failing and I am quite sure that you will find this unnecessary but I am already searching for a place to run to and hide when you say, Uthando lwami. I’m ready. Are you? You know that I would gladly drive with you to the other side of the world with only the clothes I am wearing and the loose change and empty peanut shells in my purse kodwa every time you leave the room I worry and think that perhaps I have imagined you and maybe you have imagined me.

‘sthandwa sami

(my beloved, isiZulu)’

Yrsa Daley-Ward, ‘bone.’

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Tu Hao Chin

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Her fight and fury is fiery

Oh but she loves

Like sleep to the freezing

Sweet and right and merciful

I'm all but washed

In the tide of her breathing

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Mutton birds- While You Sleep

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“Your soul is a chosen landscape Where charming masked and costumed figures go Playing the lute and dancing and almost Sad beneath their fantastic disguises. All sing in a minor key Of all-conquering love and careless fortune They do not seem to believe in their happiness And their song mingles with the moonlight. The still moonlight, sad and beautiful, Which gives the birds to dream in the trees And makes the fountain sprays sob in ecstasy, The tall, slender fountain sprays among the marble statues.”

Paul Verlaine (via bow-down-to-bowie)

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“Summer night— even the stars are whispering to each other.” ― Kobayashi Issa

(sunset; photo mine; iphone 4s)

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Finn Beales' photography of Hypnotic Brass Ensemble in Colombia.

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I love you like dipping bread into salt and eating Like waking up at night with high fever and drinking water, with the tap in my mouth Like unwrapping the heavy box from the postman with no clue what it is fluttering, happy, doubtful I love you like flying over the sea in a plane for the first time Like something moves inside me when it gets dark softly in Istanbul I love you Like thanking God that we live. -Nazim Hikmet

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