This is thy hour O Soul, thy free flight into the wordless,
Away from books, away from art, the day erased, the lesson
done,
Thee fully forth emerging, silent, gazing, pondering the
themes thou lovest best,
Night, sleep, death and the stars.
walt whitman
( Add saltwater and dreams of love, to my soul's list of things beloved.)
7 comments:
I love this blog! And Whitman...and everything else you write about..
I second what Little Things just said.
Whitman. Could you speak any closer to me?
hello, jane,
twin of my soul,
brighton swim sounds luscious, I can't wait...
stay there and wait for me.
little thing/arcturus,
thanks,and same to you both.
lovely thoughts!
nice post :)
sharad
Add saltwater and dreams of love, to my soul's list of things beloved --> this is absolute genius! I love it... it's beautiful...
Beautiful! :)
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