The Sound Of Water

Anyone who has become entranced by the sound of water drops in the darkness of a ruin can attest to the extraordinary capacity of the ear to carve a volume into the void of darkness. The space traced by the ear becomes a cavity sculpted in the interior of the mind.

~Steven Holl

Poem: Walt Whitman, Miracles

“As for me, I know nothing else but miracles,
Whether I walk the streets of Manhattan,
Or dart my sight over the roofs of houses toward the sky,
Or wade with naked feet along the beach just in the edge of the water,
Or stand under the trees in the woods,
Or talk by day with any one I love,
Or sleep in bed at night with any one I love,
Or watch honey bees busy around the hive of a summer forenoon…
Or the wonderfulness of the sundown,
Or of stars shining so quiet and bright,
Or the exquisite delicate thin curve of the new moon in spring…
What stranger miracles are there?”
– Walt Whitman

Wisdom

“As the soft yield of water cleaves obstinate stone,
So to yield with life solves the insolvable: To yield,
I have learned, is to come back again.”

– Lao Tzu

Growing Older

I hope this poem has the same effect on

you as it did for me – then my forwarding

it will be worth the effort. Walk with me

by the water – worth the read…

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Shit… I forgot the words.

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