Coming east we left the animals
pelican beaver osprey muskrat and snake
their hair and skin and feathers
their eyes in the dark: red and green.
Your finger drawing my mouth.

Blessed are they who remember
that what they now have they once longed for.

A day a year ago last summer
God filled me with himself, like gold, inside,
deeper inside than marrow.

This close to God this close to you:
walking into the river at Wolf with
the animals. The snake’s
green skin, lit from inside. Our second life.

— "The River at Wolf," Jean Valentine  (via commovente)
sublimespy:

BANANAS

“I hold the most archaic values on earth … the fertility of the soul, the magic of the animals, the power-vision in solitude…. the love and ecstasy of the dance, the common work of the tribe.”

— Gary Snyder (via fernsandmoss)

“Sell your cleverness and buy bewilderment.”

— Rumi (via commovente)
fernsandmoss:

image from Gems and Gem Minerals (1903) by Oliver C. Farrington

“I have no right to call myself one who knows. I was one who seeks, and still am, but I no longer seek in the stars or in books; I’m beginning to hear the teachings of my blood pulsing within me. My story isn’t pleasant, it’s not sweet and harmonious like the invented stories; it tastes of folly and bewilderment, of madness and dream, like the life of all people who no longer want to lie to themselves.”

— Hermann Hesse, excerpt from Demian (via fernsandmoss)
commovente:

Pia Bramley

(via artspotting)
  • David Lynch: How would you describe yourself?
  • Harry Dean Stanton: There is no self.
  • David Lynch: How would you like to be remembered?
  • Harry Dean Stanton: It doesn't matter.