29.11.2012
twizzle my pizzle
the paradise of hearts with boughs and springs
know the green good,
under the prayer wheeling moon in the rosy wood
be shielded by chant and flower and gay may you
lie in grace.
pastoral beat of blood through the laced leaves!
- from In Country Sleep by dylan thomas
monika sawicka by michael hauptman, styling sasha kelly, for oyster magazine
Etiketter:
editorial,
monika sawicka,
naturelove,
oyster mag,
poetry
28.11.2012
27.11.2012
regarding the unveiling of the secrets of certain knowledge and union
know there is an answer
a sacred imperishable truth
but one you may never hope to find alone
chance meeting your perfect other
your perfect opposite
your protector and endangerer
chance embarking with this other on the greatest of journeys
a search for truths fugitive and imponderable
if one day this chance may befall you
do not fail or falter to seize it
the truths are out there
and if one day you should behold a miracle
you will learn the truth is not found in science
or on some unseen plane
but by looking into your own heart
and in that moment you will be blessed
and stricken
for the truest truths are what hold us together
or keep us painfully, desperately apart
- dana scully, X-files
a sacred imperishable truth
but one you may never hope to find alone
chance meeting your perfect other
your perfect opposite
your protector and endangerer
chance embarking with this other on the greatest of journeys
a search for truths fugitive and imponderable
if one day this chance may befall you
do not fail or falter to seize it
the truths are out there
and if one day you should behold a miracle
you will learn the truth is not found in science
or on some unseen plane
but by looking into your own heart
and in that moment you will be blessed
and stricken
for the truest truths are what hold us together
or keep us painfully, desperately apart
- dana scully, X-files
pas de deux
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