une rencontre incroyable

Je vous remercie tout simplement et de tout cœur
votre présence, votre tendresse, votre résilience
un souffle frais qui remplit l'âme d'espérance

Comment sais-je que c'était juste incroyable?

Je suis toujours souriante!

source d'énergie

Qui disait qu'aucune source d’énergie n’existe en quantité inépuisable ne disait pas « merci »

Qui disait qu'aucune source d’énergie n’existe en qualité infinie ne parlait pas d’amour.

Backwards is Forwards

philosophy: love of wisdom

Passionately insightful.

yhposolihp: wisdom of love

Insightfully passionate.

Catch-22

There you are. Just-in-time!

--Time, for what?

For here. Now, what’s the forecast?

--Ah, hazy.

How will you cope?

--Not sure.

No, the answer is Yes.
--Hey, that's not square.
Who said anything about fair? Truth or dare...

--Why me?
Why not? Ready...Get set...G-
--O! To fly, or not to fly? That is the question.
No, that is the fact. This is your circumstance; face-it.

--Attention crew and passengers, this is your captain speaking. Hold on to your seat!

Right, you’ve got it.

--This is absurd.

Wrong, this is resilience.

--Like a rock?

Like a rubber band.

--If I stretch too far?

Snap back. Keep on your toes. Now jump!

--Like jumping rope?

No, keep your feet on the ground.

--You told me I had to fly.

You do. Now fly, like you mean it!
--This is ridiculous.
Indeed! That's it.
--Thank you.
On standby...

The Wildflowers

Getting lost in it is as good as any way.

No longer able to fix where you are in place of others.

Notions of ahead, behind, over and under weld together by the same flame;

crystallize in the same ice for a million years between ages.

All the springs that ever sprung,

move the wind that carries the primordial dust along --

to learn we’re not statues.

Finding time belong-side the tumbling weeds,
there, the wildflowers are.

Trust in Our Nature

Confusion is better out than in, I change my mind.

You are better in than out, I find. Our nature

will have us to care. I dare myself not to get used to

the cold. If fear should get the best of me, I open

up this chest of me, toward the skies — breathing

out what cries, and in with hope it is not disguised. I learn

I am patient when some things never change. Spinning into another,

pending one day, lover, we collide. Better to

trust in our nature, I find.

The Way of the World

You were saying how gravity would have the apple fall,

I was wondering how hard we must fight it when building a wall?

You were saying how a thousand billion suns fill the skies,

I was wondering how starlight found home in your eyes?

You were saying how the river flows on its own,

I was wondering why then we push it through dams of stone?

You were saying how everything constantly moves,

I was wondering how then some things stay the same?

You were saying, I was wondering,

about the way of the world—

For quite some time, we would go on like this.

How you were, and I was.