Love’s only destiny is to fulfill itself, and it always will, and it always does. “It was a day in March. Never, never begin a story this way when you write one. No opening could possibly be worse. It is unimaginative, flat, dry and likely to consist of...
“I’ll be a wild rose, and you – my eternal summer.” ~ Lubomira Kourteva Snow fell covering our streets in white tenderness. And still, the wild roses are blooming. Their gentle bodies of stem are holding on holding strong, and their petals are wide...
ask the hawk, he knows how you take my love across wild roses’ bedand tie the bottom corners to my ankles how i feel the fading, the silk, and the sweet scentof the deepening how morning shadows can stretch us,re-shape us, twist us, eventangle us but never break us...
Patience is a mark of truest love. Patience deepens love over time. When we open to patience like a flower, we enter the soul of matter. We marry the little strings, and together they tie and they bond, and show us how everything is connected and imbued with spirit....
“True adventurers have never been plentiful. The true adventurer goes forth aimless and uncalculating to meet and greet unknown fate. Half-adventurers–brave and splendid figures–have been numerous. But each of them had a prize to win, a goal to kick,...
