'We are reaching into the silence.
Are we the music, whilst the music plays?
Between the un-being and the being,
sounds a hollow rumbling of wings...
Am I here, or there, or elsewhere?'
(With My apologies to T.S. Eliot)
Thursday, 20 October 2011
'I wonder how much it would take to buy a soap bubble, if there were only only in the world.'
'Inside the heart of each and every one of us, there is a longing to be understood by someone who really cares.
When a person is understood, he or she can put up with almost anything in the world.' -Ed Hind-
Sometimes when I'm feeling really not well I imagine breaths of iridescent bubbles floating in the changing light.