I forget tomorrow, the blind man.
I forget tomorrow, the blind man.
We are the echo of the future
In the time that I have been acquainted with this region I have become increasingly aware of it as a testament of water, the origin and guide of its contours and gradients and of all the lives - the plants and small creatures, and the culture - that evolved here. That was always here to be seen, of course, and the recognition has forced itself, in one form or other, upon people in every part of the world who have been directly involved with the growing of living things. The gardener who ignores it is soon left with no garden.
Now all my teachers are dead except silence.
We are asleep with compasses in our hands.
Poetry is like making a joke. If you get one word wrong at the end of a joke, you've lost the whole thing.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories