The desert and the ocean are realms of desolation on the surface.
The desert is a place of bones, where the innards are turned out, to desiccate into dust.
The ocean is a place of skin, rich outer membranes hiding thick juicy insides, laden with the soup of being.
Inside out and outside in. These are worlds of things that implode or explode, and the only catalyst that determines the direction of eco-movement is the balance of water.
Both worlds are deceptive, dangerous. Both, seething with hidden life.
The only veil that stands between perception of what is underneath the desolate surface is your courage.
Dare to breach the surface and sink.
Tag: world profound water danger mysteries illusion mystery ecology ocean hidden deep contradiction depth desert bones within skin contrast desolation riches occult dust dangers delve depths dig drought dry eco innards inside inside-out inward membrane microcosm obscure obscured outside plenty profundity richness scarcity skin-deep superficial surface without
Without you everything falls apart. Without you it's not as much fun to pick up the pieces.
Nine Inch NailsTag: everything you pieces without apart falls
I realized I love him just as much or more than I did four years ago. That I'm never live with him" She raised her head to look at her sisters with haunted eyes. "And I don't know if I can live without him.
Christine FeehanThe sadest part of love life is when you cannot live with and without the one you love
Amit AbrahamTag: love love-life without saddest
First seek happiness from within, then you will find it without.
Ogwo David EmenikeTag: motivational inspirational happiness happy within without
Happiness springs up from within. Do not seek it without.
Ogwo David EmenikeTag: inspirational happiness happy within without
Happiness in this world, when it comes, comes incidentally. Make it the object of pursuit, and it leads us a wild-goose chase, and is never attained.
Nathaniel HawthorneGirl Without Hands
Walking through the ruins
on your way to work
that do not look like ruins
with the sunlight pouring over
the seen world
like hail or melted
silver, that bright
and magnificent, each leaf
and stone quickened and specific in it,
and you can't hold it,
you can't hold any of it. Distance surrounds you,
marked out by the ends of your arms
when they are stretched to their fullest.
You can go no farther than this,
you think, walking forward,
pushing the distance in front of you
like a metal cart on wheels
with its barriers and horizontals.
Appearance melts away from you,
the offices and pyramids
on the horizon shimmer and cease.
No one can enter that circle
you have made, that clean circle
of dead space you have made
and stay inside,
mourning because it is clean.
Then there's the girl, in the white dress,
meaning purity, or the failure
to be any colour. She has no hands, it's true.
The scream that happened to the air
when they were taken off
surrounds her now like an aureole
of hot sand, of no sound.
Everything has bled out of her.
Only a girl like this
can know what's happened to you.
If she were here she would
reach out her arms towards
you now, and touch you
with her absent hands
and you would feel nothing, but you would be
touched all the same.
Tag: house morning hands girl atwood margaret without burned
Never leave me behind; you are the only path I can walk without hesitations.
M.F. MoonzajerTag: path never without behind leave hesitations
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