i saw harry potter today... what were your thoughts?





The sky was pink and your heart was gold. And a silver line of lovers jewels drew the line in the centre of gravity. You, me, and a jungle book tale. Lets dance around flowers and make honey with the bees. Climb stalks and mountains, and howl to the moon. Lets swing from the arches and cradles above, then we’ll tip toe across stars and fly amongst comets. I’ll blow you a wish made from moon dust, and we’ll make love in the solace of gleaming craters.

 





What fabric have you woven today into your soul? Are all routines grey?
What if you cut a strawberry into tiny triangular wedges, sprinkled these on top,
and handed the bowl, after two long breaths, in two hands, and gave your eyes to your child,
your husband, your lover? What color have you woven today in your soul and will you
release your heart in your fingertips?

At the end of the day,
there are some things you just can’t help but talk about.
Some things we just don’t want to hear,
and some things we say because we can’t be silent any longer.
Some things are more than what you say, they’re what you do.
Some things you say cause there’s no other choice.
Some things you keep to yourself.
And not too often, but every now and then,
some things simply speak for themselves.

  
  



Sometimes there is nothing to be said.
Sometimes nothing should be said.
I just want to find someone who wont run away.
Someone to look me in the eyes and tell me its okay that things don't always go right.
That this is how life works. and how it will always work.
That it's not going to be easy.
Today, Tomorrow, the next day.
But it will somehow get better.

 

 
 

 
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am in a thousand winds that blow,
I am the softly falling snow.
I am the gentle showers of rain,
I am the fields of ripening grain.
I am in the morning hush,
I am in the graceful rush
Of beautiful birds in circling flight,
I am the starshine of the night.
I am in the flowers that bloom,
I am in a quiet room.
I am in the birds that sing,
I am in each lovely thing.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there. I do not die.