Sacred Graffiti

Apr 14

“I realized that you had no power over me, that it was not you alone who were my lover but the entire earth. It was as if my soul had extended countless sensitive feelers, and I lived within everything, perceiving simultaneously Niagara Falls thundering far beyond the ocean and the long golden drops rustling and pattering in the lane.” — Vladimir Nabokov, Sounds, from The Stories of Vladimir Nabokov (via bookmania)

(via dreaminginthedeepsouth)

Apr 13

“Down the steep drop-off to sea
without plummeting.
Returned by thermals and sweat to the sky
without rising.
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
erase it.” — John Sibley Williams (via talkativolive)

(via largerloves)

Apr 12

“Is the soul solid, like iron?
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

Apr 11

“Work is love, made visible.” — Khalil Gibran  (via le-desir-de-lautre)

(via largerloves)

Apr 10

“High there, how he rung upon the rein of a wimpling wing
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

Apr 09

apoetreflects:

O troupe of little vagrants of the world, leave your footprints in my words.

—Rabindranath Tagore, from Stray Birds (Macmillan Company, 1916)

(via largerloves)

Apr 08

Open It

“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!”

Steve Maraboli

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Artwork by Karen Appleton

leahweber:

(via parkstepp)

Apr 02

(Source: thetaoofdana)

Apr 01

“My brain hums with scraps of poetry and madness.” — Virginia Woolf, Selected Letters (via violentwavesofemotionpalmofmyhands)

(via largerloves)

Mar 31

“Come let’s fall in love again let’s turn all the dirt in this world to shiny gold.” — Rumi (via coguniverso)

(via parkstepp)