Wednesday, June 12

nature      an endless song
a symphony of diversity and balance
inertia  outwardly;
a lot happening on the inside
demanding all attention
vital to attend
not moving enough to produce
a reflection or substance
to focus on
sad      unknown
suffused with rose water
choice     what we all have
 - Svetlana Lilova
Metaphysical Dictionary

  • ". . . as I have said often enough, I write for myself in multiplicate,
    a not unfamiliar phenomenon on the horizon of shimmering deserts."
    - Vladimir Nabokov