the kindly search for growth, the gracious desire to exist of the flowers, my near ecstasy at existing among them. ♓
Then a speckled bird
Humbly inspired
Ran across the road
When it could have flown
And it made me smile
I wrote a polka song today and I find it quite hilarious, so here ya go tumblr.
Perhaps I forgot something back there.
perhaps I’m longing for bare feet on pavement beneath fluorescent spring leaves.
forsythia weaved through braids at Young Field.
wading through waist high grasses.
endless days before me.
standing on the preface of a future I thought would so gracefully unfold on its own.
aimless drives in the night.
routes around redundant roads.
smoke billowing out the windows.
veins in the likeness of trees.
a basement that has preserved the broadest spectrum of sounds.
our archives are stored beneath the first layer in the walls.
Ta Prohm - A Buddhist temple in Cambodia built between the late 12th and early 13th centuries overgrown with silk-cotton and tetramelaceae trees
(Source: likeafieldmouse)
As an ornamental specimen, E. deglupta is popularly admired for its multi-coloured “painted” appearance, from whence the common name, “Rainbow Eucalyptus” originated. Fine layers of bark exuviate in strips of varying shape and size, revealing a smooth, white to pale green surface, which with age turns to vibrant green, grey, pink, red, orange, blue, and purple. The rainbow effect is most impressive on habitat specimens, and tends to diminish the further the tree is found growing from the tropics.
I saw so many of these in Hawaii!
When I asked him to sing in the car he did
and it was beautiful, transcendent, incapable of any description
because there was snow falling all around
and the streetlights were splashing little amber pools onto the fresh whiteness
and because we had just sat in the parking lot for nearly an hour
sniffing each others necks
and swimming through each others throats.
I’d go anywhere with him
just because he calls my drawings “pretty”
and only calls me beautiful with his face between my legs.
because his sweat feels healing washing over me.
because of the way he looks when sitting in the apple tree with his hood on.
He jumps up as if urgently to go outside and finish a cigarette
And I know that’s how it will be.
“The reason that man’s improved techniques seem to be necessary is that the natural balance has been so badly upset beforehand by those same techniques that the land has become dependent on them. This line of reasoning not only applies to agriculture, but to other aspects of human society as well. Doctors and medicine become necessary when people create a sickly environment. Formal schooling has no intrinsic value, but becomes necessary when humanity creates a condition in which one must become “educated” to get along”
- Masanobu Fukuoka-
“He who binds himself to joy
Doth the winged life destroy;
But he who kisses the joy as it flies
Lives in eternity’s sunrise.”
William Blake
