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Reblogged from mypropheticpoems

Boston

mypropheticpoems:

My god - our bodies, 
when pushed to their limits, are
still impermanent. 

Speechless… This is a perfect haiku



Rest on Flickr.

Rest on Flickr.


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armchairoxfordscholar: ~Rainer Maria Rilke, Remembering  Suddenly, there it is… The shape of what you lived

armchairoxfordscholar:

~Rainer Maria Rilke, Remembering 

Suddenly, there it is… The shape of what you lived

(Source: printed-ink, via alongtimealone)



Reblogged from popesaintvictor

popesaintvictor:

*NEW* I Directed a music video for Magnolia Sons - Baby That’s You 



Riotous, vibrant green- What if you slept? And what if, in your sleep you went to heaven and there plucked a strange and beautiful flower? And what if, when you woke you had the flower in your hand? Ah, what then? Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Riotous, vibrant green-

What if you slept? And what if, in your sleep you went to heaven and there plucked a strange and beautiful flower? And what if, when you woke you had the flower in your hand? Ah, what then? Samuel Taylor Coleridge

NaPoWriMo

Green riotous, vibrant, tendrils
leafy, flagrant, flamboyant, freedom
Sprouting where sun shines and not
Vitality eating light, drawing shadow

Between the interplay life



Reblogged from tylerknott
tylerknott: Typewriter Series #374 by Tyler Knott Gregson

tylerknott:

Typewriter Series #374 by Tyler Knott Gregson

(via mystargarden)



Reblogged from mystargarden
my star garden: A Dream Within a Dream by Edgar Allan Poe

mystargarden:

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow —
You are not wrong, who deem

That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,

Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem

This poem breathes HOPE

He has graven you on His palms. HappyEaster from Jon Yousef pastel work @TheRiverOC

He has graven you on His palms. HappyEaster from Jon Yousef pastel work @TheRiverOC



When we have learned to listen to trees

When we have learned to listen to trees