Sometimes memory is the only gift we give ourselves and the only hope we have of finding our way home.
Harley KingMots clés home hope memory gift
One must give himself completely to his art and not hold back. Throw caution to the wind. Embrace the muse. Make love to your art.
Harley KingI climb aboard my tricycle and pedal my heart to the stars.
Harley KingMots clés heart stars childhood memory
Too often our visions of the future
are dull and impotent
like a hammer beating the water.
Mots clés future vision water hammer impotent
God is taking a nap within my soul. I ponder whether to wake Him or not.
Harley KingMots clés god spiritual soul indecision
Sometimes we wait too long for the forgiveness of our fathers.
Harley KingMots clés forgiveness fathers
Too much has been given and too much has been lost.
Harley KingLife often is a bucket of water sitting on a farmer’s porch. Our choice is in the drinking.
Harley KingMots clés life choice life-lessons farmer
Sometimes we live too much in the past,
remembering what we wished had happened.
Mots clés past memory remembering
Memory shimmers as a crystal lake
that reflects all things invisible.
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