Like a brilliant sapphire...
Dawn light glistening
On an ebony curtain
The first kookaburra laughs
In the distance
The fog moves on...
Carl Sandburg
To understand any living thing, you must, so to say, creep within and feel the beating of its heart.
~ William (W.) MacNeile Dixon
~ William (W.) MacNeile Dixon
from The Human Situation: The Gifford lectures delivered in the University of Glasgow, 1935-1937 (1937).
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- Like a brilliant sapphire...
- In the dark outside...
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- Seeking a mantra...
- Yesterday...
- If you want to understand...
- A weeping veil...
- From winter shoes...
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2 comments:
A peaceful moment, thank you.
Nice. I want to know that sound... the kookaburra laughing
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