Nothing escaping the great distance of stars. The great closeness of each other when we bend to help each other.
The Ghost Mountain

Earth and sky, woods and fields, lakes and rivers, the mountain and the sea, are excellent schoolmasters, and teach some of us more than we can ever learn from books. It is not the mountain we conquer but ourselves.
Shadow Of The Valley

I can’t change the direction of the wind, but I can adjust my sails to always reach my destination. The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched – they must be felt with the heart.
Swimming the road

I think it as endless as a white-haired old man, an old woman going greener with the mowing and the grass. By which I mean everything absolute and blendered. Nothing escaping the swirl of experience. The Shadow of the Valley In the last decades interest in hunger artists has declined consider whereas in earlier days […]
Song of Myself
This post doesn’t have a featured image but still looks good to earth and sky, woods and fields, lakes and rivers, the mountain and the sea, are excellent schoolmasters, and teach some of us more than we can ever learn from books. The Shadow of the Valley In the last decades interest in hunger artists […]