Edge of a Petal

"In my garden there is a large place for sentiment. 

My garden of flowers is also my garden of thoughts and dreams. 

The thoughts grow as freely as the flowers, 

and the dreams are as beautiful."

Abram L. Urban

Walk the Path

"The path to our destination is not always a straight one. 

We go down the wrong road, 

we get lost, 

we turn back. 

Maybe it doesn't matter which road we embark on. 

Maybe what matters is that we embark."

Barbara Hall

MySpot: Summer Walk

"The sun, like a golden knife, 

was steadily paring away the edge of the shade beside the walls.

The streets were enclosed between old, whitewashed walls. 

Everywhere were peace and stillness, 

as though all the elements were obeying 

the sacred law of calm and silence imposed by the blazing heat. 

It seemed as though mystery was everywhere 

and my lungs hardly dared to inhale the air."

Sadegh Hedayat

Soft

"My sweet rose, my delicate flower, my lily of lilies, 

it is perhaps in prison that I am going to test the power of love. 

I am going to see if I cannot make the bitter warders sweet 

by the intensity of the love I bear you. 

I have had moments when I thought it would be wise to separate. 

Ah! Moments of weakness and madness! 

Now I see that would have mutilated my life, ruined my art, 

broken the musical chords which make a perfect soul. 

Even covered with mud I shall praise you, 

from the deepest abysses I shall cry to you. 

In my solitude you will be with me."

Oscar Wilde - The Complete Letters of Oscar Wilde

Slow Down

"For oft, when on my couch I lie

In vacant or in pensive mood,

They flash upon that inward eye

Which is the bliss of solitude."

William Wordsworth

Craving: Blue Flame of a Flower

"You belong among the wildflowers,

 You belong somewhere close to me.

 Far away from your trouble and worries.

 You belong somewhere you feel free."

Tom Petty

No Restraints

"Though for some time I have not spoken of the roaring of the breakers, 

and the ceaseless flux and reflux of the waves, 

yet they did not for a moment cease to dash and roar, 

with such a tumult that, if you had been there, 

you could scarcely have heard my voice the while; 

and they are dashing and roaring this very moment,

though it may be with less din and violence, 

for there the sea never rests. 

We were wholly absorbed by this spectacle and tumult, 

and like Chryses, though in a different mood from him, 

we walked silent along the shore of the resounding sea...

though I doubt if Homer's Mediterranean Sea ever sounded so loud as this."

Henry David Thoreau

The Bittersweet Chrysanthemums

"Already into the last week of October! 

The dying fall holds only loneliness. 

In the garden the chrysanthemums bloom, beautiful, peaceful, 

as they did a year ago, 

but the autumn leaves, falling one by one, 

only make me sad."

Park Chung-Hee

MySpot: Cold Hands, Warm Heart

"Snow was falling,

so much like stars

filling the dark trees

that one could easily imagine

its reason for being was nothing more

than prettiness."

Mary Oliver