The soothing slumber sounds of the winter wind whistling through the trees and the summer sound of waves lapping up on the shore, that’s all I need, to have the sleep of contentment, nothing more.
The soothing slumber sounds of the winter wind whistling through the trees and the summer sound of waves lapping up on the shore, that’s all I need, to have the sleep of contentment, nothing more.
You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves. Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine. Meanwhile the world goes …
How silently they tumble down And come to rest upon the ground To lay a carpet, rich and rare, Beneath the trees without a care, Content to sleep, their work well done, Colours gleaming in the sun. At other times, they wildly fly Until they nearly reach the sky. Twisting, turning through the air Till …
When all the trees are cut down When all the animals are dead When all the waters are poisoned When all the air is unsafe to breathe Only then will you discover… YOU CANNOT EAT MONEY
“God loved the birds and invented trees. Man loved the birds and invented cages.” Jacques Deval
January The days are short, The sun a spark, Hung thin between The dark and dark. Fat snowy footsteps Track the floor. Milk bottles burst Outside the door. The river is A frozen place Held still beneath The trees of lace. The sky is low. The wind is gray. The radiator Purrs all day. …
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