A tree house
A free house,
A high up in the leafy branches
Let's go live in a tree house...
Venice, Italy
'There is always something left to love.'
Gabriel García Márquez —
the great wall of china
“Shoulder to shoulder, a coordinated movement of the people, their blood no longer confined in the limited circulation of the body but rolling sweetly...
the rain in africa
The wild dogs cry out in the night
As they grow restless longing for some solitary company...
I bless the rains down in Africa..
purples of spring
“...and so many colors
I will have seen...
the menacing greys
and pine greens
the soft pink and purples
of spring
and summer blue
and so many others
without you.”
―Sanober Khan
Set yourself free, says Rumi
“Dance, when you're broken open. Dance, if you've torn the bandage off. Dance in the middle of the fighting. Dance in your blood. Dance...