it was grey and rainy,
the fog clinging to our wet coats,
but we laughed over breakfast–
later collecting rose buds,
maiden hair ferns
and a wooden mushroom
A good day
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Things in real life visiting my dreams
floating yellow balloons
silver buckets of china dolls
tiny lemon cakes
hives in abandoned cars
bucks in the woods
She Was
she was made happy by the sun,
and the dawning night,
the sprouting greens in the garden,
and the laughter of everyone around her
Excerpt
On days like this, the clouds probably absorbed the sounds from the surface of the earth. And not just sounds. All kinds of things. Perceptions, for example.
From, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle by Haruki Murakami, 1997
Gone
let it go
Bridges
we are all bridges
Awakening
everything awakens
things to do
travel through time
fly at midnight
dust the pollen from fragile wings
Play
play is another form of meditation
Silence
he was silent
spanishwoods 