saturnrising: It is the birds who call me back to the world Animation of sparrows among arbor vitae branches in my morning dash with the dog Brief glimpse of geese crying their ragged way across sky as I wait in traffic Waxwings busy stripping the small red crabapples beside my office building’s door Crows...
I swear, there is in me no wizardry of words. I speak to you with silence like...– Czeslaw Milosz, from “Dedication” (thanks to growing-orbits)
one leaf falling on ...– Kojika Iwagaki from “Haiku Shiki” (“Haiku Four Seasons,” a monthly haiku magazine) , February 2010 Issue, Tokyo Shiki Shuppan, Tokyo here (via yama-bato)
You can’t wake a person who is pretending to be asleep.– (via komurki)
Books for everybody are always malodorous books: the smell of petty people...– Nietzsche, Beyond Good and Evil Oh Nietzsche, oh misanthropy. lol… (via misanthropyaddict)
My definition of a devil is a god who has not been recognized. That is to say,...– - Joseph Campbell, An Open Life, p.28-29 (via vulturechow)
The simple man comes home in the evening wondering what’s for dinner, the...– Robert A. Johnson (via veareflejos)
Often I wonder what happened to lost buttons as well as husbands. We are in...– Susan Browne, excerpt from This Friday (via holdonmagnolia)