#wind

With riddles as black as coals, and answers as invisible as our past, I can only depend upon the crest of the rolling wave I now traversed; a romance worshiped only by the dreamer in us all, a psithurism of trust making its way through the years of our ascension to one day climb above the kaleidoscopic canopy of this mortal coil. ↗

— Dave Matthes

#fate #love #mortal-coil #mystery #rebirth

I listen to the sound of India's voices for the last time . Laughter ripples like water . A prayer is a single note held long . There is so much life here . And too much death.I feel a soft brezze caress my face and I look up. An orange ribbon is floating through the air . In India , it's easy to see the wind . ↗

— Cathy Ostlere

#india #spritual #wind #death

Dechymic pwy yw. Creadt kyn dilyw. Creadur kadarn Heb gic heb ascwrn. Heb wytheu heb waet. Heb pen aheb traet. Ny bed hyn ny byd ieu. No get y dechreu. Ny daw oe odeu Yr ofyn nac agheu. Ny dioes eisseu Gan greaduryeu. Guess who it is. Created before the deluge. A creature strong, Without flesh, without bone, Without veins, without blood, Without head, and without feet. It will not be older, it will not be younger, Than it was in the beginning. There will not come from his design Fear or death. He has no wants From creatures. ↗

— Taliesin

#riddles #wind #death

Nobody is ever too old to dream. And dreams never grow old. ↗

— L.M. Montgomery

#dreams

At the end of my dream, Eve put the apple back on the branch. The tree went back into the ground. It became a sapling, which became a seed. ↗

— Jonathan Safran Foer

#rewind #tree #dreams

Sometimes I wait at the bottom of those dark stairs, I sit at the bottom of the stairs, I wait beyond the bottom of the stairs and listen to the sounds my wife and children make as they sleep, the sounds our animals make as they step carefully through our dreams and out the other side to polished floor and cold window. Sometimes I wait so long I become unsure if I am asleep, or awake, or dead. ↗

— Steve Rasnic Tem

#awake #children #cold-window #dead #dreams

Obama: "I will stand with the Muslims..." Free Republic ^ | September 13, 2012 | me Posted on Thu Sep 13 2012 05:10:23 GMT-0600 (Mountain Daylight Time) by Bon mots In his ghost-written (by William Ayers) 'autobiography', "Dreams of My Father", Barack Hussein Obama said, "I will stand with the Muslims should the political winds shift in an ugly direction... ↗

— Barack Obama

#political-winds-shift #dreams

The bleak autumn wind was still blowing, and the solemn, surging moan of it in the wood was dreary and awful to hear through the night silence. Issac felt strangely wakeful. He resolved, as he lay down in bed, to keep the candle alight until he began to grow sleepy; for there was something unendurably depressing in the bare idea of lying awake in the darkness, listening to the dismal, ceaseless moan of the wind in the wood. ("The Dream Woman") ↗

— Wilkie Collins

#night #wind #dreams

The whole purpose of education is to turn mirrors into windows. ↗

— Sydney J. Harris

#into #mirrors #purpose #turn #whole

Who says you cannot hold the moon in your hand? Tonight when the stars come out and the moon rises in the velvet sky, look outside your window, then raise your hand and position your fingers around the disk of light. There you go . . . That was easy! ↗

— Vera Nazarian

#aim-high #attaining #disk #goal #goals