Nature's first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold Her early leaf's a flower; But only so an hour Then leaf subsides to leaf So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day Nothing gold can stay -robert frost-
Monday, April 13, 2009
- 1:55 am
i find that almost all my writings are done at night. at night the sky is true, real. you see the stars and worlds around that were hidden by the daytime sun.
where there is openness, there is quiet. you find a grassy hillock in a quiet space in the dead of night, let the clouds pass and leave the sky open; you'll find meaning. a passing shower; the light drizzle against your skin reminds you with every breath of cool wind that you are alive, opens your heart to the world around you, opens you up to become a part of what is; and then yourself.
i was named for the night sky, and am glad of it. its beauty holds me to he meaning of being, and reminds me of love and simplicity.
the tears rolling down my cheeks are not mine.
in a sense, the night sky liberates me.
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nothing gold can stay
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