Sacred Graffiti

Oct 03

“Every day we all sell our bodies for money in one way or another. We charge people to prepare food for them, to accommodate them, to heal them, to mind their children or elderly parents - things that some previous societies couldn’t even conceive of asking for something in return for.” — Mark Boyle - The Moneyless Manifesto

Oct 02

“Even after all this time, the sun never says to the Earth, ‘You owe Me’. Look what happens with a love like that, it lights the Whole Sky.’” — Hafiz

Oct 01

“So many people tiptoe through life, so carefully, to arrive, safely, at death” — Jermaine Evans

“A lot of people dream dreams, but only a few have the courage to see them through” — Simon Marshall-Jones

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)

(Source: herzogtum-sachsen-weissenfels, 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)