Returned by thermals and sweat to the sky
Each following the lost one before it,
thirteen sandpipers and their aluminum streaks
write one word for me in the air
and at the same time
|—||John Sibley Williams (via talkativolive)|
Or is it tender and breakable, like
the wings of a moth in the beak of the owl?
|—||Mary Oliver - Some Questions You Might Ask|
|—||Khalil Gibran (via le-desir-de-lautre)|
In his ecstasy! then off, off forth on swing,
As a skate’s heel sweeps smooth on a bow-bend: the hurl and gliding
Rebuffed the big wind. My heart in hiding
Stirred for a bird, – the achieve of, the mastery of the thing.
|—||Gerard Manley Hopkins, Windhover|
O troupe of little vagrants of the world, leave your footprints in my words.
—Rabindranath Tagore, from Stray Birds (Macmillan Company, 1916)
“Like a gift, beautifully wrapped at the foot of your bed each morning, today asks that you open it and enjoy everything inside. Exhaust yourself with all it has to offer!”
Artwork by Karen Appleton
|—||Rumi (via coguniverso)|