“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
Showing posts with label isness. Show all posts
Showing posts with label isness. Show all posts
Sunday, February 21, 2016
Isness
Something said, It Is
All that I can do As Is
It Is, what It Is.
Image by Fernand Khnopff [Public domain or CC BY-SA 4.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/4.0)], via Wikimedia Commons.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
Definitive
Confidence is the fear of failure overcome by intention and action. Deja vu- a memory of the future. Something indistinct. Yet distinct in a...

-
1. Of my Soul a street is: Preternatural Pic- abian tricktrickclickflidk-er garner of starfish Picasso...
-
When I wonder do we first think we Are welcome to the world? From the abyss of a watery womb we hear outside of Us w...