the language
of flowers {2}
.
the bells of time
are always ringing
in the garden
of possibility
.
whether you hear
music or
cacophony
depends
on the rhythm
of your heart
.
.
.
.
.
the bells of time
are always ringing
in the garden
of possibility
.
whether you hear
music or
cacophony
depends
on the rhythm
of your heart
.
.
.
.
June 28th, 2014 at 11:20 am
Here is the entire world, wrapped in words and blooms. I hear music.
June 28th, 2014 at 1:33 pm
so very very true… it depends a lot on in what state we’re in and how we have learned to love every minute of life
June 28th, 2014 at 5:31 pm
truth.
June 29th, 2014 at 4:22 am
it’s one of those words that, when I roll it on my tongue, start de-constructing it, getting caca-phony, then the reverse, then just the hard ‘kuh’ and the long ‘o’ and then I just collapse into nonsense. which is music, I guess, of a kind ~
June 29th, 2014 at 11:50 am
This is very beautiful. And wise. I love “the garden of possibility.”
June 29th, 2014 at 3:24 pm
Perfect! I resonate with everything you are saying here so deftly… With Best Wishes Scott http://www.scotthastie.com
June 30th, 2016 at 7:02 pm
i hear my heart beating and birdsong. my heart is the bass.