When out in this city, or that one across the bay, I would often think, “These bloody homeless people everywhere all the time…”
Sometimes I still do.
Especially on the train when all I want is peace:
When out in this city, or that one across the bay, I would often think, “These bloody homeless people everywhere all the time…”
Sometimes I still do.
Especially on the train when all I want is peace:
If humans could evolve in such a way we focus on creating better versions of ourselves (emotionally and psychologically healthier, more genuine, more fully present) rather than better phones, wigs, bombs, etc., we’d be advanced…
Sometimes her body does things she can’t understand. It leaps ahead of her thoughts and conscious feelings.
Stands at the sea . . . wonders at wondering . . . I . . . a universe of atoms . . . an atom in the universe.
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
“From this I reach what I might call a philosophy; at any rate it is a constant idea of mine; that behind the cotton wool is hidden a pattern; that we — I mean all…
let her be, let it pour,
let her twist and turn, let her soar,
let her fail, hell let her burn,