love, i hope we can be
without you, today's emotions would be the scurf of yesterday's

“

You
Touch me
I hear the sound
Of mandolins
You
Kiss me
With your kiss
My life begins
You’re spring to me
All things
To me

Don’t you know you’re
Life itself

Like a leaf clings
To the tree
Oh my darling,
Cling to me
For we’re like creatures
Of the wind
Wild is the wind
Wild is the wind

”
Wild Is The Wind written by Dimitri Tiomkin and Ned Washington, 1957

Millions and millions of years would still not give me half enough time to describe that tiny instant of all eternity when you put your arms around me and I put my arms around you.

— Jacques Prévert

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forest foraging / perspectives / L. L.

inneroptics: “ André Kertész - Pont des Arts, Paris, ”

We write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospect.

― Anaïs Nin

showstudio: “Visual response. Butterflies at Thakoon SS 2013. ”

A mind that is stretched by a new experience can never go back to its old dimensions.

Oliver Wendell Holmes

How should we like it were stars to burn

With a passion for us we could not return?

If equal affection cannot be,

Let the more loving one be me.

The More Loving One, W. H. Auden

Dim room—soft body

Quivers when you tell me I’m

Beautiful—lights on

22/4/19 haiku

Love rests on two pillars: surrender and autonomy. Our need for togetherness exists alongside our need for separateness.

Esther Perel

thunderstruck9: “Henri Matisse (French, 1869-1954), Vue sur la mer à Tahiti [View of the Sea, Tahiti], 1930. Pen and India ink on paper, 25.1 x 32.6 cm. ”