From the stillness, they came*
To live long and achieve happiness, cultivate the art of radiating happiness.
Amen, Mr. Forbes. Amen.
A flower. There must always be a flower. I dedicate this picture to #TuesdayOrange #ColorChallenge by @Kalemandra who always colors my world. Every. Single. Day. And I thank her.
And just like that, these musings are over, until the next time. I want to thank you for reading and as always, I wish you a most wonderful day!
I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in Summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.
I always post this poem down at the bottom of my posts. It is one that has become so near and dear to my heart. I only post the most famous part of it, but, wanted to post it in its entirety today.
i cried the way women on tv do
folding at the middle
like a five pound note.
i called the boy who use to love me
tried to ‘okay’ my voice
i said hello
he said warsan, what’s wrong, what’s happened?*
and these are what my prayers look like;
i come from two countries
one is thirsty
the other is on fire
both need water.*
i held an atlas in my lap
ran my fingers across the whole world
"where does it hurt?"