soft signals . . .
Thursday, July 12, 2012
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"let the beauty we love be what we do" rumi
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- evening ride
- early in the morning
- the noble pursuit
- saturday
- somewhere east
- the unexpected
- what i was born for
- i look upon everything
- no further consolation
- repetition
- simply be
- the difficult work of love
- time becomes locked in the grain
- the unsayable
- the longing
- like a star
- what am i?
- sighs and murmurs
- lift up your faces
- through the wires
- a flower's body
- and i do
- my idle dreams
- older now
- the house was quiet
- one and the same
- acquiescence
- i am grateful
- one
- cities
- when it flowed
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2 comments:
Wow, amazingly beautiful image.
something so simple and yet it is how the light is captured - no, revealed.
xo
erin
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