Laughing is just another way of showing people your wise
Here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide) and this is the wonder that's keeping the s...
if everything happens that can't be done(and anything's righterthan bookscould plan)the stupidest teacher will almost guess(with a runskiparound we go yes)there's nothing as something as oneone hasn't...
love is thicker than forgetmore thinner than recallmore seldom than a wave is wetmore frequent than to failit is most mad and moonlyand less it shall unbethan all the sea which onlyis deeper than the...
Up into the the silence the greensilence with a white earth in ityou will (kiss me)goout into the morning the youngmorning with a warm world in it(kiss me)you will goon into the sunlight the finesunli...
The mind is its own beautiful prisoner.Mind looked long at the sticky moonopening in dusk her new wingsthen decently hanged himself,one afternoon.
In a middle of a roomstands a suicidesniffing a Paper rosesmiling to a selfsomewhere it is Spring and sometimespeople are in real:imaginesomewhere real flowers,butI can't imagine real flowers for if I...
O sweet spontaneous earth how often have the doting fingers of prurient philosophers pinched and poked thee , has the naughty thumb of science prodded thy beauty . how often have religions taken the...
Miracles are to come. With you I leave a remembrance of miracles: they are by somebody who can love
i like my body when it is with yourbody. It is so quite new a thing.Muscles better and nerves more.i like your body. i like what it does,i like its hows. i like to feel the spineof your body and its b...
Ако не можеш да ядеш ще трябва дапушиш а нямаменищо за пушене:хайде хлапеда заспиваме вечеако не можеш да пушиш ще трябва даПееш а нямаменищо за пеене; хайде хлапеда заспиваме вечеако не можеш да пееш...
Though i have closed myself as fingers,you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
Somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond
One pierced moment whiter than the rest
In Just-spring when the world is mud-luscious the littlelame balloonmanwhistles far and weeand eddieandbill comerunning from marbles andpiracies and it'sspringwhen the world...
If everything happens that can't be done(and anything's righterthan bookscould plan)the stupidest teacher will almost guess(with a runskiparound we go yes)there's nothing as something as oneone hasn't...
You have played, (I think) And broke the toys you were fondest of, And are a little tired now; Tired of things that break, and—
Nobody loses all the time.
Love is the whole and more than all.
It is always ourselves we find in the seas.