humming softly

"I find I am humming, softly, not to the music, but to something else, some place else. A place remembered."

from A River Runs Through It

I can also be found at all the words (poems) and in silence, humming softly (musing)...

autumnhaze-winterdays:

Of Leaves, Colours and Trees by Serjia


What if feels like today. Add a slight breeze, watch the leaves fall slowly to the ground. ~Lise

autumnhaze-winterdays:

Of Leaves, Colours and Trees by Serjia

What if feels like today. Add a slight breeze, watch the leaves fall slowly to the ground. ~Lise

(Source: foggynightsandchristmaslights)

metaphorformetaphor:

Every word is a doorway
to a meeting, one often cancelled,
and that’s when a word is true: when it insists on the meeting.

Yannis Ritsos, from “The Meaning of Simplicity,” The Ecco Anthology of International Poetry (Ecco, 2010)

saturnrising:

See how the past is finished
here in the present
it is awake the whole time
never waiting
it is my hand now but not what I held
it is what I remember
but it never seems quite the same
no one else remembers it
a house long gone into air
the flutter of tires over a brick road
cool light in a vanished bedroom
the flash of the oriole
between one line and another
the river a child watched

W. S. Merwin, from “My Hand”, in The Shadow of Sirius (Copper Canyon Press, 2009) (via hiddenshores)

(Source: memoryslandscape)

The catalog of emotion that disappears when someone dies, and the degree to which we rely on a few people to record something of what life was to them, is almost too much to bear.
Sarah Manguso, Ongoingness: The End of a Diary (via invisiblestories) + (via mythologyofblue)


When the headlines in our newspapers make us feel overwhelmed and the suffering is hard to bear, may we then respond with love, coming back to ourselves, our homes and communities and continue to water the roots of compassion
Jack Kornfield (via abiding-in-peace)


poboh:

Max Clarenbach (German, 1880-1952), Winter an der Erft


The world feels like this today. ~Lise

poboh:

Max Clarenbach (German, 1880-1952), Winter an der Erft

The world feels like this today. ~Lise

Born Free

leahweberking:

"Bondage is of the mind; freedom too is of the mind. If you say ‘I am a free soul. I am a child of God, who can bind me?’ free you shall be.”

Sri Ramakrishna Paramahansa

Artwork by Maximilian Lenz

Expectation Is the grandfather of
Disappointment.
The world can never
Own a man
Who wants nothing.
The lost writings of Wu Hsin
Translation: Roy Melwyn (via astraeia)

(Source: ashramof1)


the leaves believe
such letting go is love
such love is faith
such faith is grace
such grace is god.
i agree with the leaves.

Lucille Clifton

with thanks to Love is a Place via the beauty we love


metaphorformetaphor:

Freedom. It isn’t once, to walk out
under the Milky Way, feeling the rivers
of light, the fields of dark—
freedom is daily, prose-bound, routine
remembering. Putting together, inch by inch
the starry worlds. From all the lost collections.

Adrienne Rich, from “For Memory,” Selected poems, 1950-1995 (Salmon Publishing, 1951)

(Source: violentwavesofemotion)