Your way begins
on the other side.
Become the sky.
Take an axe to the prison wall.
Walk out like someone
suddenly born into color.
Do it now.
from “Quietness” ~ Rumi
Comments always are welcome.
Perhaps this leaf-footed bug (Leptoglossus phyllopus) roaming the remains of a past-its-prime yellow thistle is named Merlin. With the help of his crystal ball, he no doubt has seen the future, and he knows that summer is coming.
“Into the material gathered from outward nature the creative artist puts himself, as the bee puts herself into the nectar she gathers from the flowers to make it into honey. Honey is the nectar plus the bee, and a poem, or other work of art, is fact and observation plus the man.”
“Our best growth is attained when we match knowledge with love, insight with reverence, understanding with sympathy and enjoyment: else the machine becomes more and more, and the man less and less.”