stillness

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g can

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~E.E. Cummings

remorse

everything has been imagined

there's nothing left to paint

All goes onward and outward—nothing collapses; And to die is different from what any one supposed, and luckier. ~Walt Whitman

dying is fine)but Death

?o
baby
i

wouldn't like

Death if Death
were
good:for

when(instead of stopping to think)you

begin to feel of it,dying
's miraculous
why?be

cause dying is

perfectly natural;perfectly
putting
it mildly lively(but

Death

is strictly
scientific
& artificial &

evil & legal)

we thank thee
god
almighty for dying
(forgive us,o life!the sin of Death

E.E. Cummings

february

I have dreams of orca whales and owls

But I

wake up

in fear

you will never be my

you will never be my

Dear

will never be my dear, dear friend

Hotel Song

Regina Spektor

a world within a world

When I was little I always used to draw little mushroom houses for fairies. I wanted so badly to live in a mushroom and be a little fairy and sit on moss cushions... I was a peculiar child. Actually, I think I wanted to be an elf rather than a fairy, which strikes me as odd because fairies can fly (aka my DREAM). I think my rationale was that elf culture was more respectable than the superficial fairy culture.

Or so my 6 year old mind concluded.

Also, the fact that I thought elves were good at archery, constantly clad in green and brown and slightly mysterious also aided in this distinction. Apparently being allowed to wear green and brown all the time was more important than being able to zoom through the forest.

thaw

Sunset doesn't last all evening

A mind can blow those clouds away

...

It's not always gonna be this grey

All things must pass

George Harrison

This is how it works
You're young until you're not
You love until you don't
You try until you can't

You laugh until you cry
You cry until you laugh
And everyone must breathe
Until their dying breath

No, this is how it works
You peer inside yourself
You take the things you like
And try to love the things you took

And then you take that love you made
And stick it into some
Someone else's heart
Pumping someone else's blood

And walking arm in arm
You hope it don't get harmed
But even if it does
You'll just do it all again

On the Radio

Regina Spektor

hope

"Hope" is the thing with feathers --
That perches in the soul --
And sings the tune without the words --
And never stops -- at all --

~Emily Dickinson

Seeker of Truth

seeker of truth

follow no path
all paths lead where

truth is here

~E.E. Cummings

love is a place

love is a place
& through this place of
love move
(with brightness of peace)
all places

yes is a world
& in this world of
yes live
(skilfully curled)
all worlds

~E.E. Cummings

roommate-less

1(a

le
af
fa
ll

s)
one
l

iness

~E.E. Cummings

Patience

To wait an Hour -- is long --
If Love be just beyond --
To wait Eternity -- is short --
If Love reward the end --

~Emily Dickinson

Sky Water

Sky water

It needs no fence

It is a mirror which no stone can crack

Nature, continually repairs

No Storms

No Dust

Can dim its surface

Everfresh

~based on Henry David Thoreau

Ethereal Flight

I observed a very slight and graceful hawk…the merlin it seemed to me it might be called: but I care not for its name. It was the most ethereal flight I had ever witnessed. It did not simply flutter like a butterfly, nor soar like the larger hawks, but it sported with proud reliance in the fields of air; mounting again and again with its strange chuckle, it repeated its free and beautiful fall, turning over and over like a kite, and then recovering from its lofty tumbling, as if it had never set its foot on terra firma. It appeared to have no companion in the universe-sporting there alone- and to need none but the morning and the ether with which it played. It was not lonely, but made all the earth lonely beneath it.… The tenant of the air, it seemed related to the earth but by an egg hatched some time in the crevice of a crag;- or was its native nest made in the angle of a cloud, woven of the rainbow's trimmings and the sunset sky, and lined with some soft midsummer haze caught up from earth? Its eyry now some cliffy cloud.

~Henry David Thoreau

Lifting the Veil

Throughout my life, I've always considered myself to be one of the more thoughtful people on this earth. But increasingly, I've realized: I have thought considerably little in my lifetime. I don't know if it was the way I was raised or if it's simply my personality, but I hardly ever question anything, am very gullible and impressionable. I read passively without comprehending, listen but rarely form or voice opinions, and act, unconscious of my true impact on my environment.

Perhaps it's my natural tendancy to want everything to be hunky-dory, for everyone to get along and to appreciate nature. Ignorance truly is bliss and sometimes I knowingly live in ignorance just for the sake of simplicity. I hate conflict and arguing... my! what a predicament I'm in! How can I ever learn to think critically if I have an aversion to dispute?

Slowly, my time at college has helped me lift this veil of oblivity (yes, I make up words, work with me here!): I have started to question things, as I never have before. It has instilled a curiousity within me and frankly, I'm relieved. It's rather frightening to suddenly realize you've been a mindless sponge your entire life, observing and believing that the ways of the world are unchangeable.

So here starts my quest, a quest for truth. What do I want to change most in this world? And where do I start?