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'Breathless, we flung us on a windy hill, laughed in the sun, and kissed the lovely grass. ~Rupert Brooke
A Dance with Dragons by George R. R. Martin
Table Food: My Recipe Box
'Breathless, we flung us on a windy hill, laughed in the sun, and kissed the lovely grass. ~Rupert Brooke
Feather Your Nest!
What I'm Reading
A Dance with Dragons by George R. R. Martin
Sleeping in the Forest
I thought the earth remembered me,
she took me back so tenderly,
arranging her dark skirts, her pockets
full of lichens and seeds.
I slept as never before, a stone on the river bed,
nothing between me and the white fire of the stars
but my thoughts, and they floated light as moths
among the branches of the perfect trees.
All night I heard the small kingdoms
breathing around me, the insects,
and the birds who do their work in the darkness.
All night, I rose and fell, as if in water,
grappling with a luminous doom. By morning
I had vanished at least a dozen times
into something better.
-Mary Oliver
she took me back so tenderly,
arranging her dark skirts, her pockets
full of lichens and seeds.
I slept as never before, a stone on the river bed,
nothing between me and the white fire of the stars
but my thoughts, and they floated light as moths
among the branches of the perfect trees.
All night I heard the small kingdoms
breathing around me, the insects,
and the birds who do their work in the darkness.
All night, I rose and fell, as if in water,
grappling with a luminous doom. By morning
I had vanished at least a dozen times
into something better.
-Mary Oliver
Food For The Birds
Table Food: My Recipe Box
Old Adventures
Nests of Old
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Look at the trees, look at the birds, look at the stars... and if you have eyes you will be able to see that the whole existence is joyful. Everything is simply happy. Trees are happy for no reason; they are not going to become prime ministers or presidents and they are not going to become rich and they will never have any bank balance. Look at the flowers- for no reason. It is simply unbelievable how happy flowers are.
-Osho
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