SUMMERTIMESUMMERTIMESUMERTIMESUMMERTIME
Let me keep my distance, always, from those
who think they have the answers.
Let me keep company always with those who say
“Look!” and laugh in astonishment,
and bow their heads.
-- Mary Oliver, from “Mysteries, Yes” in Evidence (via asongwithnoend)
(Source: litverve, via cellophaneveins)
nobunnyluvsyou asked: agh i miss you and love you and cant wait to spend time with you in southern california all summa long <3 ^-^
YES YES YES. swap meet saturdays and ice cream tuesdays and thrift store thursdays!!!!
Lovers think they are looking for each other,
but there is only one search: wandering
This world is wandering that, both inside one
transparent sky. In here
there is no dogma and no heresy.
The miracle of Jesus is himself, not what he said or did
about the future, Forget the future.
I’d worship someone who could do that.
On the way you may want to look back, or not,
but if you can say “There’s nothing ahead”,
there will be nothing there.
Stretch your arms and take hold the cloth of your clothes
with both hands. The cure for pain is in the pain.
Good and bad are mixed. If you don’t have both,
you don’t belong with us.
When one of us gets lost, is not here, he must be inside us.
There’s no place like that anywhere in the world.
-- Rumi, Lovers (via abeardeddude)
but there is only one search: wandering
This world is wandering that, both inside one
transparent sky. In here
there is no dogma and no heresy.
The miracle of Jesus is himself, not what he said or did
about the future, Forget the future.
I’d worship someone who could do that.
On the way you may want to look back, or not,
but if you can say “There’s nothing ahead”,
there will be nothing there.
Stretch your arms and take hold the cloth of your clothes
with both hands. The cure for pain is in the pain.
Good and bad are mixed. If you don’t have both,
you don’t belong with us.
When one of us gets lost, is not here, he must be inside us.
There’s no place like that anywhere in the world.
-- Rumi, Lovers (via abeardeddude)
(via hallelu)
98 year old dobri dobrev, a man who lost his hearing in the second world war, walks 10 kilometers from his village in his homemade clothes and leather shoes to the city of sofia, where he spends the day begging for money.
though a well known fixture around several of the city’s churches, known for his prostrations of thanks to all donors, it was only recently discovered that he has donated every penny he has collected — over 40,000 euros — towards the restoration of decaying bulgarian monasteries and churches and the utility bills of orphanages, living instead off his monthly state pension of 80 euros.
(via sonofastoryteller)
What I learned this year
- Poetry doesn’t have to be a serious, painstaking, laborious trial.
- My fist doesn’t have to clench at the thought of someone else reading, hearing, or tasting my words
- There is freedom in letting go of the desire to make something meaningful.
- Art is not untethered expression.
- “Not loving is letting go, and the terrain around here is far too dangerous for that.”
- I am clean, I am whole, I am strong, I am good.
- Humans need restrictions. We need a bass note that is strong and clear, to which all other counter-points of our lives can extend to their fullest capacities.
- Poetry doesn’t have to be heartwrenching, awe- inspiring, or metaphor ridden.
- He is making me clean. He is making me whole. He is making me strong. He is making me good.
- The process of creating is—although sometimes strenuous and uncertain—often even more beautiful than the outcome, and it’s okay that the audience can’t experience and see the hard work and labor and joy that went into it, and it’s okay if no one gets it, and its okay if my poems aren’t read by thousands or even by anyone else.
- What matters is that I continue to work and to trust even if I am the only person left changed by this process.
- What matters is: I am learning to listen, instead of trying so hard to speak.
(Source: everconstant, via allthetreesofthefield)
We have to consciously study how to be tender with each other until it becomes a habit.
-- Audre Lorde (via beatboxgoesthump)
-- Audre Lorde (via beatboxgoesthump)
(Source: ryanbhilliard, via underthecarolinamoon)
