February 2012
3 posts
I intend to confuse things, to unite them, make them new-born intermingle them, undress them, until the light of the world has the unity of the ocean, a generous wholeness, a fragrance alive and crackling. - Pablo Neruda
One of my wishes is that those dark trees,
So old and firm they scarcely show the breeze, Were not, as ‘twere, the merest mask of gloom, But stretched away unto the edge of doom. I should not be withheld but that some day Into their vastness I should steal away, Fearless of ever finding open land, Or highway where the slow wheel pours the sand. I do not see why I should e’er...
”Surrender of all image. Let go of your outside eyes. Be a foolish animal, gaping at the forest. Be clumsy and too much and wide-eyed.” -Tara Sophia Mohr