Quote of the day: 

I dream of painting and then I paint my dream. 
-Vincent Van Gogh 





In the beginning
With little else to attain
But pluck fruit from trees
Amidst well trimmed bushes
And fragrant flowers
Cradling well fed honey bees
All too easily pleased
The world was a treatise
Written with such delicacy
And old-fashioned elegance

The reverie of time not long past
With nothing more to put aside
But memories rendered null and void
As days age in continuum
And life is skimmed through like a book
Emptiness filled to fullness
As dragonflies manifest across puddles
And does life stand still like a flamingo
And does love ever exceed expectations

In the end
With everything to earn
How dare time to never rest
On its oars.





Peace. Love. Light* 

Current Listen: James Brown - The Boss