Tag: sunlight

  • 445: Sunlight

    06/12/2015 10:17PM Ah…… How have we let do much time go by without a hug? Tell me about your life xxx So* 08/12/2015 10:21PM I have a beautiful view of the sunrise over Bondi’s ocean every morning. It helps quiet the mind and get’s my day started right. I jump on one of the 3 […]

  • 401

    All this incessant preoccupation with productivity. To be deified of harmonising many errands, an unrelenting metabolism for busyness ever striving and dissatisfied. Success, that mountain with heights supposed upon the climber depends. From what desolation would you escape if arriving at a higher tier of achievement you take the same cold unfulfilled self you brought […]

  • 380

    And at last over the hill peered forth the smiling sun, to warm the bedrock of blank expression with its yellow touch. Under a glaze of Winter pearls the sleeping Spring buds stir, and the Earth prepares to welcome new life, fresh hope and young joy, to play, free and unhindered among the florets drenched […]

  • 331: My glowing daybreak friend

    My glowing daybreak friend, from the nearest reachable greeting point of this shifting globe I lunge thee toward with unbearable stillness, and will, with all the wishing might of a child at Christmas Eve, for a quicker revolution and that cardinal glimpse of thy gladdening light jovial patience rewards.

  • 329: Light reveals wonder

    Hurling toward thee, o herald of the Auroral sky, I bring news of many revolutions. So much has changed again, I wonder if you’ll perceive me anymore, as much to myself am I unfamiliar anew. But o, the things you must have seen of the world while I slept. How fares my neighbours on the […]

  • 309: Patagonia part 4

    No matter now in what city I find myself, when a cold wind is such that it penetrates to the marrow, and scatters the rain into a melee of fine mist-fall visible under a street light, I can’t help but peering up at the brume be lulled smiling into memories den; down the burning corridors […]

  • 294: An imperfect system

    Can it not be said, that only he can meet calm and relief who is storm-worn and standing and who has not stumbled thus his respiring? Who has allowed his balance to find him by at last keeping still though else nothing is, and having flung to the gusts for the valley below his charge […]

  • 137

    The sun appears to seek me this morning, as though I were especially in need of consolation. Or, perhaps if I am unfamiliar, what a greeting of unreserved warmth received, that sifts with gentle enquiry between sky bothering buildings to find me out each turn. Though I walk in alley shades presents no impediment to […]