“Many an object is not seen, though it falls within the range of our visual ray, because it does not come within the range of our intellectual ray, i.e., we are not looking for it. So in the larger sense, we find only the world we look for.”
from The Journal 1837-1861 by Henry David Thoreau
sunsets on the water
friends and wine and cheese and grapes
faerie doors in the forest
paints and pencils and books and coffees
And the woman may be awestruck
And the woman may truly care
But the woman is so tired
So the woman disappears
Come in out of the darkness
Bella Donna my soul
Don’t change, baby please don’t change
from the album, Bella Donna by Stevie Nicks, 1980
a dream:
she cradled the peonies in her arms tenderly before waving and turning away—and it was the sweet peony smell that lingered, upon awakening, in the morning breeze
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