I'm sure we can talk things out like civilized people.
And I do not want anymore to be useful, to be docile, to lead children out of the fields into the text of civility, to teach them that they are (they are not) better than the grass.
It's morning, and again I am that lucky person who is in it.
The dream of my life is to lie down by a slow river and stare at the light in the trees - to learn something by being nothing
And I say to my heart: rave on.
Ten times a day something happens to me like this - some strengthening throb of amazement - some good sweet empathic ping and swell. This is the first, the wildest and the wisest thing I know: that the soul exists and is built entirely out of attentiveness.
So every day So every day I was surrounded by the beautiful crying forth of the ideas of God, one of which was you.
Those who have a tolerable knowledge of human nature will not stand in need of such lights.
I know I look good. The regular adjectives that come my way - sexy, hot, dusky, bong bombshell I love them.
Luckily, I'm in the position now of being able to play purely because I have the desire to do so.
There is no such thing as constructive criticism.