"There’s something dripping in my head.
A heart, a heart in my head."
"I’ve been buried under with the dust and rubbish. But now, here’s the spring …"
"Wherever you are,
out of the cup of the night,
you pour over me.
From the bottom of hours,
you call to me and I come."
every year you have more to lose
but you can choose to bury your past
in the garden by the tulips
water it until it’s so alive
it lets go
and you belong to yourself
When you belong to yourself again
is not a tidy grave
It is a ready loyal knight kneeling before your royal heart
Call in your royal heart
Tell it bravery cannot be measured by a lack of fear
It takes guts to tremble
Salar de Uyuni, Bolivia by night
"When the night comes, the starry sky reflects on its surface like in a mirror, and you have the feeling of being in space."
(Source: tsumetaiyozora, via commovente)
I try to be good but sometimes
a person just has to break out and
act like the wild and springy thing
one used to be. It’s impossible not
to remember wild and want it back. So
if someday you can’t find me you might
look into that tee or—of course
it’s possible—under it.
closing lines to “Green, Green is My Sister’s House,” from A Thousand Mornings
(Penguin Press, 2012)
(Source: apoetreflects, via journalofanobody)
"Beyond my anxiety, beyond this writing,
the universe waits, inexhaustible, inviting."