The true nature of beauty
And the true beauty of nature
Is that it has no intention,
No goal,
No motivation…
It just grows.
The true nature of beauty
And the true beauty of nature
Is that it has no intention,
No goal,
No motivation…
It just grows.
There will be times when you feel like giving up.
There will be times when you wonder
why you try in the first place.
They are inevitable.
But,
there will also be times
when you feel
inspired,
resilient,
courageous,
proud.
And in those moments you will ask yourself
how you ever could have doubted
your journey.
A cake
Without layers,
A loaded die,
A poker player
Who cannot lie,
A box of matches,
Completely soaked,
A chimney
That doesn’t smoke,
The tape recorder
Left behind,
A dead-end trail,
A set of blinds,
Just one is enough
To drive someone crazy,
But here’s one last,
A broken daisy.
Even when things go wrong
the world will sing your song
because it is in those very moments
that you truly allow yourself
to be seen as you are.
I’ve heard you talk of secret worlds,
Of places still unknown,
Of waterfalls
Within great trees,
With grasses made of stone,
With seas that sweep the deserts,
And a sun that shines like ours
Yes,
I’ve heard you talk of secret worlds,
Hiding in the stars
Anger only goes so far,
Angry, I tell myself
I could shatter it all,
Tear up the ground,
And watch everything fall,
But even as I say the words,
My stomach turns with doubt
Because anger is a shallow thing,
Sooner or later,
The flames burn out
But for you…
For love,
I’d stop time itself
Without a second thought,
Someway, somehow,
I’d do it
For you, how could I not?
An idea,
nearly formed,
a broken watch,
a band that’s torn,
a photograph
filled with strangers,
a warning sign,
reading: danger,
a bowl of water
flipped upside down,
a big red nose
without a clown,
a love letter,
left unsent,
a silly straw
that isn’t bent…
what is left
when we lose the magic?
The thought itself
is so very tragic.
All things are energy,
the beasts of the Earth,
the fires that shaped it,
the lifeless bedrock.
Energy consumes all;
indifferent,
unstable,
and yet, malleable,
for, those who pay attention
possess the extraordinary potential
to impose true creation.
I couldn’t take another step without falling off a cliff, so you taught me how to build a bridge, and we danced in the abyss.
You’ve always seen the world through a rainbow-colored lens, but yourself, you can only seem to see in black and white. And that just breaks my heart.