Have You Ever Fallen Asleep With The Sound Of Ocean Waves? It’s Addictive Once You’ve Tried It.

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Find the poets, my friend said. They will not speak of the things you and I speak about. They will not speak of economic integration or fiscal consolidation.

They could not tell you anything about the burden of adjustment.

But they could sit you down and tell you how poems are born in silence and sometimes, in moments of great noise, of how they arrive like the rain, unexpectedly cracking open the sky.

They will talk of love, of course, as if it were the only thing that mattered, about chestnut trees and mountain tops, and how much they miss their dead fathers.

They will talk as they have been talking for centuries, about holding the throat of life, till all the sunsets and lies are choked out, till only the bones of truth remain.

The poets, my friend, are where they have always been— living in paper houses without countries, along rivers and in forests that are disappearing.

And while you and I go on with life remembering and forgetting,

the poets remain: singing, singing.

-Tishani Doshi

If only I could sneak away, your

pocketed love nestled in the

heated skin of my palm that

does not squeeze.

~K.T.

“The warm and grey rain that falls in long, diagonal lines on the sea. The kind that barely wets anything and whose voice is not heard. She seeks no shelter from it, instead, offers her cheek. Because of its softness, she knows she exists.”

— Jean-Michel Maulpoix, from “Loves is what she calls these departing sailors and sailboats…”, A Matter of Blue: Poems (trans. Dawn M. Cornelio)  

Euripides (Tr. Anne Carson) / @wholeheartedsuggestions / Jenny Slate / Euripides again

What if we learned about nature in relation to our body instead of as something that is subject to us, that surrounds us? I repotted an anthurium today and its roots were all bunched up together because it was originally in a too small pot. I decided to loosen the roots so they could take up more space in the dirt and I was reminded of how roots are essentially veins/veins are roots! Carrying life-giving nutrients and just their shape! And how the branches of a tree are fractals, like the pathways in our brains, like lightning in the sky! Point is, we would probably feel more connected and invested in the natural world if we learned about it as similar to ourselves, as ourselves being a part of it down to the design elements being similar.

there are books out there - many good - that cater to your extremely esoteric interests. #never kill yourself