Wild Is The Wind written by Dimitri Tiomkin and Ned Washington, 1957
You
Touch me
I hear the sound
Of mandolins
You
Kiss me
With your kiss
My life begins
You're spring to me
All things
To me
Don't you know you're
Life itself
Like a leaf clings
To the tree
Oh my darling,
Cling to me
For we're like creatures
Of the wind
Wild is the wind
Wild is the wind
Millions and millions of years would still not give me half enough time to describe that tiny instant of all eternity when you put your arms around me and I put my arms around you.
— Jacques Prévert
forest foraging / perspectives / L. L.
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Visual response. Butterflies at Thakoon SS 2013.
Dim room—soft body
Quivers when you tell me I’m
Beautiful—lights on
22/4/19 haiku
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Love rests on two pillars: surrender and autonomy. Our need for togetherness exists alongside our need for separateness.
Esther Perel
Source: last-picture-show
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Leah Sobsey Murmuration
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Henri Matisse (French, 1869-1954), Vue sur la mer à Tahiti [View of the Sea, Tahiti], 1930. Pen and India ink on paper, 25.1 x 32.6 cm.
Dedication page of Creatures of a Day, Irvin Yalom
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