Tuesday, January 17, 2012

all the thoughts

in the tangled weave of the skin of this place . . . .

all earth’s memories
are there,
all the thoughts
of heaven, sacred

(italicized words excerpted from "19th march 1823") vasíly zhukóvsky


erin said...

and with greater distance to this tangled weave, we (society) lose our way to ourselves and the great truth.


Friko said...

if only we give ourselves time to hear, time to see, time to think, we can see it all for ourselves too.

Pauline said...

what a marvelous thought!

Titus said...

Thank you for giving me pause, steven.