Awake, my dear.
Be kind
to your sleeping heart.
Take it out
into the vast fields
of Light
And let it
breathe.
– Hafiz
a blog of found things: words, art, photography, disappointment & hope
Awake, my dear.
Be kind
to your sleeping heart.
Take it out
into the vast fields
of Light
And let it
breathe.
– Hafiz
Almost. It’s a big word for me. I feel it everywhere. Almost home. Almost happy. Almost changed. Almost, but not quite. Not yet. Soon, maybe.
– Joan Bauer
Literature is strewn with the wreckage of those who have minded beyond reason the opinion of others.
– Virginia Woolf, A Room of One’s Own
You were once.
You were never.
Were you ever?
Oh, never to have been!
Be again.
– Samuel Beckett