Here and Now

February 2012

“

just you wait
till the chimes of time
spill over
like rain

just you wait
till these moments
start dancing
in front of you

splashing to and fro
giving birth
to a rainbow
of butterflies

spreading over
your dreams
like a carpet
to catch
your heart

while it falls.

” —,

Feb 16, 2012

“You can never understand one language until you understand at least two.” —Ronald Searle, artist (b. 1920)

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Feb 2, 201288 notes

“Water, bone, bed, bedrock –
whatever is underneath, below what’s below.
Sudden touchable quiet, shadow
of a shadow. Weather. Sadness turning
ordinary. Nameless illness coming on.
A knock at the door so gentle
it could be anything. Distance.
The just thing not said, or said too late
or said exactly and without mercy.
Wind rising. Whatever might rise.” —Don Colburn, There (via grammatolatry)

Feb 2, 201271 notes