Getting Lost

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“Getting lost was not a matter of geography so much as identity, a passionate desire, even an urgent need, to become no one and anyone, to shake off the shackles that remind you who you are, who others think you are.”

― Rebecca Solnit, A Field Guide to Getting Lost

Not As Televised?

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How can you hear your soul when you're so busy talking.

How do you find those tiny gems in a sea full of rubble with shoddy navigation.

Best to just stop the search and appreciate what life naturally puts in your path.

Be good.

London

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“He was mastered by the sheer surging of life, the tidal wave of being, the perfect joy of each separate muscle, joint, and sinew in that it was everything that was not death, that it was aglow and rampant, expressing itself in movement, flying exultantly under the stars.”

- J. London

Ready For Spring

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O thou with dewy locks, who lookest down
Through the clear windows of the morning, turn
Thine angel eyes upon our western isle,
Which in full choir hails thy approach, O Spring!

The hills tell one another, and the listening
Valleys hear; all our longing eyes are turn’d
Up to thy bright pavilions: issue forth
And let thy holy feet visit our clime!

Come...
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annalee:

Blake <3

eugene2:

;-). Me too. 

Cummings

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since feeling is first
who pays any attention
to the syntax of things
will never wholly kiss you;

wholly to be a fool
while Spring is in the world

my blood approves,
and kisses are better fate
than wisdom
lady i swear by all flowers. Don't cry
—the best gesture of my brain is less than
your eyelids' flutter which says

we are for...
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Albrecht

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  1. “As I grew older, I realized that it was much better to insist on the genuine forms of nature, for simplicity is the greatest adornment of art.” — Durer

JOE

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“I think the knowledge came to him at last — only at the very last. But the wilderness had found him out early, and had taken on him a terrible vengeance for the fantastic invasion. I think it had whispered to him things about himself which he did not know, things of which he had no conception till he took counsel with this great solitude — and...
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Jack's Back

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"One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple.” - Kerouac

The Peace of Wild Things

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When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their...
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annalee:

I came across this poem last year, there is a kind of hidden garden in my city and someone has written it on a slate by the river. It's such a perfect poem, I was very happy when I found it. Nice to find your journal of thoughtfulness here, among all the rubble.

eugene2:

Such a beautiful way to stumble across a Berry!  Poems (people, life lessons) find their way into your life when they should. Even within the rubble. Be good :-)~. 

Newest - hand drawn

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Saramago

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“Words that come from the heart are never spoken, they get caught in the throat and can only be read in ones's eyes.”