When it’s over,
I want to say: all my life
I was a bride married to amazement.
I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms.
When it’s over, I don’t want to wonder if I have made of my
life something particular, and real. I don’t want to find
myself sighing and frightened, or full of argument.
I don’t want to end up simply
having visited this
world.
September 10, 1935 – January 17, 2019
And did
you feel it, in your heart,
how it pertained to everything?
And have you too finally figured out
what beauty is for? And have
you changed your
life?
September 10, 1935 – January 17, 2019
We’re
increasingly
constrained by computers…
a pixelated abridgement of reality that make
us blind to the complexity of the natural world…
our physical movements have been almost
entirely removed as a factor in our
own existence. Now all we
seem to do is press
buttons.
The
heavens allowed me
To settle myself
On a small piece of land
Looking into the distance
Digging far down
I delight in my own freedom
All who come here
Feel the lids fall
From their eyes
This view
Of the world without end
There is nowhere
to hide
Darkness
cannot drive out darkness;
only light can do that. Hate cannot
drive out hate; only love
can do that.
January 15, 1929 ~ April 4, 1968
