THE TRUTH OF THE VERY SMALL
When he is born, a baby's head is filled with the knowledge of space. The circumference of his skull is as infinite as the twirlings of the universe. His eyes look out with the blur of eyes which see for all species. He has remembered his own nature from past patterns. Now his heart beats through rock, sky, oceans. He feels the silence and the sound all around the world beneath his skin.
We all hold somewhere deep within us the truth we accepted in innocence. The seas, the forests, the soil, the atmosphere, are all vital parts of an ongoing system. By harming any part of it we must ultimately harm ourselves. It is that simple.
Stichwörter: truth innocence harm simple nature silence heart universe space eyes skin sound baby species head skull
from RIVER
My body is filled with sand. The heavy grains flow from my eyes and seek somewhere to fall.
Speak to me friends. Tell me I am free to go now, for I need to sit alone in the sun on the river bank, juggling pebbles.
Stichwörter: eyes bank river sand pebbles
The world is a wide place where we stumble like children learning to walk. The world is a bright mosaic where we learn like children to see, where our little blurry eyes strive greedily to take in as much light and love and colour and detail as they can.
The world is a coaxing whisper when the wind lips the trees, when the sea licks the shore, when animals burrow into earth and people look up at the sympathetic stars. The world is an admonishing roar when gales chase rainclouds over the plains and whip up ocean waves, when people crowd into cities or intrude into dazzling jungles.
What right have we to carry our desperate mouths up mountains or into deserts? Do we want to taste rock and sand or do we expect to make impossible poems from space and silence? The vastness at least reminds us how tiny we are, and how much we don't yet understand. We are mere babes in the universe, all brothers and sisters in the nursery together. We had better learn to play nicely before we're allowed out..... And we want to go out, don't we? ..... Into the distant humming welcoming darkness.
Stichwörter: love animals children silence stars universe darkness light sea trees space play brothers ocean mountains eyes sisters poems cities deserts see colour nursery walk mouths babes jungles
Sometimes the most beautiful things are in front of our eyes, and we don’t even notice because we’re either too busy or too afraid to take a closer look.
Katja MichaelStichwörter: fear inspirational love eyes afraid beautiful closer-look
Staring into the mirror, I was surprised to see a haunted look in my brown eyes. There was pain there, pain and loss that even the nicest dress and makeup couldn't hide.
Richelle MeadStichwörter: pain eyes richelle-mead rose-hathaway spirit-bound
Eyes are a deaf man’s ears. Ears are a blind man’s eyes.
Mokokoma MokhonoanaStichwörter: eyes deaf sight blind hearing ear
Lose myself in your blueberry eyes Magnolia, kiss your mauve lips of grapes, squeeze your fleshy, milky macaroon breasts,smell your opium breath of subconsciousness, labyrinth of desires.
Laura GentileStichwörter: kiss desires eyes breasts opium lips subconsciousness
Closing one’s eyes when praying doesn’t increase the odds of the prayer being answered. It merely decreases the odds of being distracted.
Mokokoma MokhonoanaStichwörter: god religion church prayer distraction eyes
ما همیشه به دنبال عشق در چشمانِ کسی هستیم که از همین عشق عذاب می کشه
Krzysztof KieślowskiStichwörter: love suffering eyes
Her eyes are brown like the morning sand breaking in a new day.
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