“Admit something.
Everyone you see, you say to them
“Love me.”
Of course you do not do this out loud:
Otherwise,
Someone would call the cops.
Still, though, think about this,
This great pull in us to connect.
Why not become the one
Who lives with a full moon in each eye
That is always saying,
With that sweet moon
Language
What every other eye in this world
Is dying to
Hear?”
~ Hafez
“Lilacs, False Blue, White, Purple,
Colour of lilac,
Your great puffs of flowers
Are everywhere in this my New England …
Lilacs in dooryards
Holding quiet conversation with an early moon;
Lilacs watching a deserted house; …
Lilacs, wind-beaten, staggering under a lopsided shock of bloom,
You are everywhere.”
– Amy Lowell
We plan, we toil, we suffer – in the hope of what? A camel-load of idol’s eyes? The title deeds of Radio City? The empire of Asia? A trip to the moon? No, no, no, no. Simply to wake just in time to smell coffee and bacon and eggs.
~J.B. Priestly
facing
the
dark
side
of
the
moon
Moon behind the tree.
