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Follow Your Bliss
"If you do follow your bliss
you put yourself on a kind of track
that has been there all the while,
waiting for you,
and the life that you ought to be living is the one you are living.
When you can see that,
you begin to meet people
who are in your field of bliss,
and they open doors to you.
I say, follow your bliss
and don't be afraid,
and doors will open where
you didn't know they were going to be"
~Joseph Campbell
Revery
To make a prairie
it takes a clover and one bee
One clover, and a bee, and revery
The revery alone will do
if bees are few
Emily Dickinson~
"Earth's crammed with heaven,
And every common bush
afire with God,
But only he who sees
takes off his shoes;
The rest sit round and
pick blackberries."
— Elizabeth Barrett Browning
"I Say Look At the Trees" ~ Edna O'Brien
Their words hang in the sky ready to drop down like leaves. ~Bookish
Anne's Haunted Wood
My name is written there. The trees greet me as friends. I tell the wind my secrets ~Bookishkind
Faerie's Breath - gathered on the wind
The Land of Shalott - Willows whiten, aspens quiver, Little breezes dusk and shiver
Photo by Iris Compiet
Photo by Elizabeth Baverstock
Followers
I like my books well-worn,
and loved
You only see when you look ~~bookish
Her pen stretched
the width of the page,
conveying thoughts
that were otherwise unspoken
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Joy
I will never tire of the wind,
be it a cold winter blast
that takes me off guard
with it's bitterness,
or an exhilarating spring or
fall tempest that sweeps me away.
I get caught up in it every time,
...it's as if the wind is calling
my name to come out and play.
The trees become my cohorts,
...those gentle giants that sway
back and forth with delight,
as they gracefully bend to and
fro - they get caught up every time,
too, and are surely clapping their
hands in mirth.
In these moments, I am a
beautiful bird who was made for
to the heights where the currents await me. Joy.
Words are meant to be woven together like a beautiful tapestry, one stitch at a time. If the stitch is not put in properly, it must be undone and tried again. ~Bookishkind
Reading is elegance at its best
...The gathered words are the ones I like best. ~Bookishkind
"If you would not be forgotten as soon as you are dead, either write something worth reading or do things worth writing." Benjamin Franklin
The soul requires time
amongst the wildflowers,
to hear what they are
whispering to the wind.
Their stillness speaks
a thousand words. ~Bookishkind
I was born in the wrong era!
We collect the books we love,
like a lover picking roses
for his beloved ~
We absorb the words and lines,
like the lover breathes
the fragrance of the petals,
and revels in the beauty
of the delicate form~
We rest the books
on the shelf with care,
like we fasten the flower
up to dry,
to remember and cherish
the memories that are culled
from the experience
Sometimes the words whisper
freely to you and you
can't write them down fast enough...
and sometimes you
wait and wait for them to arrive
I want to walk in bluebells, the way some people walk in Memphis
© 2010, Bookish Kind
"While I walk the clay,
I'm going to steal
some earthly beauty.
Tuck it away deep in my heart.
When the time comes,
I'll sneak it into heaven.
Some things can't be given up
when you cross the stars."
A walk in the rose garden
is always a good thing
Refreshing raindrops descend
to soak the land into green,
falling from Love.
Shared and surrendered
to the open sky,
to fall on creation,
which craves drenching
in the heavenly display.
There's a fine art gallery hung up in the sky
For the beauty of the earth
Wanderers- I don't understand these youth who come straight out of the pocket, And know right where they are heading. I only know how to obey the call of the wanderers, Who don't even know they've been wandering, And have only now reached the shore. Their story is deeper, though harder, stronger, though longer. It weaves and strays onto paths that take years to untangle from, Still, it has them where they are today. They have bloomed, though lately. ~Copyright 2011, Bookish Kind
Wind From the Sea
by Andrew Wyeth
The forest and the tree - lifelong companions
~Bookish Kind