Small Things

I explore alone, worlds and words. I write haiku.

“Mountain path a dream’s
trial, cutting through undergrowth —
remembered only by day”

—   Mt Pulag, 2014 

“Raise your words, not voice. It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder.”

—   (via because-whynot)

(Source: feellng, via amandapalmer)

“To watch you undo
your love again
Oh, how we will mourn

—   Necessity

“Instead of God,
I tell the trees I may need
just a little help here”

“Dawn breaking like milk
spilled on a counter top
—a night’s end”

“Death’s quiet after such
noise but we still stopped to
Look at the moon.”

Sunday To-Do

sleep till noon, watch rain
do laundry, fold clothes, coffee
five o’ clock, feet up!

“Hard to begin
the baking you wish to do
When it’s this sunny”

“Wake up early. Drink coffee. Work hard. Be ambitious. Keep your priorities straight, your mind right and your head up. Do well, live well and dress really well. Do what you love, love what you do. It is time to start living.”

—   Thank you for the reminder. Needed to read this. (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)

(Source: rustedbones, via wildstag)