Tag: woof

lunchboxpoems:

THROW YOURSELF LIKE SEED

Shake off this sadness, and recover your spirit;

sluggish you will never see the wheel of fate

that brushes your heel as it turns going by,

the man who wants to live is the man in whom life is abundant.

Now you are only giving food to that final pain

which is slowly winding you in the nets of death,

but to live is to work, and the only thing which lasts

is the work; start then, turn to the work.

Throw yourself like seed as you walk, and into your own field,

don’t turn your face for that would be to turn it to death,

and do not let the past weight down your motion.

Leave what’s alive in the furrow, what’s dead in yourself,

for life does not move in the same way as a group of clouds;

from your work you will be able one day to gather yourself.

MIGUEL DE UNAMUNO

prewars:

                                  & in the end, isn’t that what we all want?

                       To not feel so
split?                          To carry an image of ourselves
                                               inside ourselves & know exactly what we mean

           when we say I—         .                      I—                               .  

                         I— ?

—

Cameron Awkward-Rich, from “The Child Formerly Known As _________,” published in Split This Rock

perfumed-sea:

The importance of touch is that it places you. It is the medium of the articulation of a relationship. Touch yields two different senses–that of connection and that of separateness. It makes for a sense of oneness … as well as for a sense of difference. One thing is sure: if we are not touched, we might begin to suspect that we are not here.

Kathleen Woodword, Aging and its Discontents