Words were inadequate at best, impossible at worst. They meant too many things. Or they meant nothing at all.

Words were inadequate at best, impossible at worst. They meant too many things. Or they meant nothing at all.

– Patricia A. McKillip – In the Forests of Serre

Ph : Lena Modigh

But you can’t get to any of these truths by sitting in a field smiling beatifically, avoiding your anger and damage and grief. Your anger and damage and grief are the way to the truth. We don’t have much truth to express unless we have gone into those rooms and closets and woods and abysses that we were told not go in to. When we have gone in and looked around for a long while, just breathing and finally taking it in – then we will be able to speak in our own voice and to stay in the present moment. And that moment is home.

– Anne Lamott –

She comes to me in the night …

She tiptoes silently over soft pine needles

i must be perfectly still to hear her touch against the earth to feel the weight of her message on my heart…

– Kate Mulladne Robertson –

I’ve felt you coming … as you drew near

I knew you’d find me, cause I longed you here

Are you my desitiny? Is this how you’ll appear?

Wrapped in a coat with tears in your eyes?

Out of sorrow entire worlds have been built

Out of longing great wonders have been willed

They’re only little tears, darling, let them spill

And lay your head upon my shoulder

There’s a man who spoke wonders though I’ve never met him

He said, “He who seeks finds and who knocks will be let in”

I think of you in motion and just how close you are getting

And how every little thing anticipates you

All down my veins my heart-strings call

Are you the one that I’ve been waiting for?

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Nick Cave – Are you the one that i’ve been waiting for