“You’ve got to be very careful if you don’t know where you are going,
because you might not get there.” — Yogi Berra
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The Peace of Wild Things
Wendell Berry
When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound,
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water,
and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water,
and I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
The Ghost
Sara Teasdale
I went back to the clanging city,
I went back where my old loves stayed,
But my heart was full of my new love’s glory,
My eyes were laughing and unafraid.
I met one who had loved me madly
And told his love for all to hear —
But we talked of a thousand things together,
The past was buried too deep to fear.
I met the other, whose love was given
With never a kiss and scarcely a word —
Oh, it was then the terror took me
Of words unuttered that breathed and stirred.
Oh, love that lives its life with laughter
Or love that lives its life with tears
Can die — but love that is never spoken
Goes like a ghost through the winding years.
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I went back to the clanging city,
I went back where my old loves stayed,
My heart was full of my new love’s glory, —
But my eyes were suddenly afraid.
I think we dream so we don’t have to be apart so long.
If we’re in each other’s dreams, we can play together all night.
~Bill Watterson, Calvin & Hobbes
“The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams.” ― Eleanor Roosevelt
“They are not long, the days of wine and roses.
Out of a misty dream, our path emerges for a while, then closes, within a dream.”
― Ernest Dowson
“i am with the roots
of flowers
entwined, entombed
sending up my passionate blossoms
as a flight of rockets
and argument….”
— Charles Bukowski
“The difference between ordinary and extraordinary is that little extra.” ― Jimmy Johnson
If I Could Tell You
W H Auden
Time will say nothing but I told you so
Time only knows the price we have to pay;
If I could tell you I would let you know.
If we should weep when clowns put on their show,
If we should stumble when musicians play,
Time will say nothing but I told you so.
There are no fortunes to be told, although,
Because I love you more than I can say,
If I could tell you I would let you know.
The winds must come from somewhere when they blow,
There must be reason why the leaves decay;
Time will say nothing but I told you so.
Perhaps the roses really want to grow,
The vision seriously intends to stay;
If I could tell you I would let you know.
Suppose the lions all get up and go,
And the brooks and soldiers run away;
Will Time say nothing but I told you so?
If I could tell you I would let you know.
by Al-Tutili
A lion? No: if I
More closely pry
Methinks that I must own
‘Tis but a stone.
Old Leo yonder sits,
So I should say,
And from his mouth he spits
The Milky Way.
Maverick Mist 