S I L K . S H E E T S

“I am no king, and I am no lord,
And I am no soldier at-arms,” said he.
“I’m none but a harper, and a very poor harper,
That am come hither to wed with ye.”

“If you were a lord, you should be my lord,
And the same if you were a thief,” said she.
“And if you are a harper, you shall be my harper,
For it makes no matter to me, to me,
For it makes no matter to me.”

“But what if it prove that I am no harper?
That I lied for your love most monstrously?”

“Why, then I’ll teach you to play and sing,
For I dearly love a good harp,” said she.”
― Peter S. Beagle

M A S T E R Y

“You don’t need to justify your love, you don’t need to explain your love, you just need to practice your love. Practice creates the master.”
― Don Miguel Ruiz

T I M E . P I E C E S

“Life is affirmation of affluence. Love is the only spending that increases our treasure.”
– LmL

C O N C E P T I O N

“We lift ourselves by our thought. We climb upon our vision of ourselves. If you want to enlarge your life, you must first enlarge your thought of it and of yourself. Hold the ideal of yourself as you long to be, always everywhere.” – Orison Swett Marden

D A W N

“À l’aurore, armés d’une ardente patience, nous entrerons aux splendides Villes.”
― Arthur Rimbaud

H A N D M A D E

“One hand I extend into myself, the other toward others.”
― Dejan Stojanovic

G R E E N

“After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music.”
~ Aldous Huxley

A N O N Y M O U S

“I will remember the feel of his hand around mine for the rest of my life.”
~ Meg Leder

1 2 0 8 2 0 1 9 . 2 1 1 5

“Life is for the living.
Death is for the dead.
Let life be like music.
And death a note unsaid.”
~ Langston Hughes

I N H A R M O N I C

“…I just want to listen as the train fills
completely with warm water, and we are all swimming slowly toward the man with Mozart flowing from his hands.

I want nothing but to put my fingers inside his mouth, let that prayer hum through my veins.

I want crawl into the hole in his violin.
I want to sleep there until my flesh
becomes music.”

~ Ocean Vuong

A N T S

“And real talk, like, seeing these ants and studying them and respecting them, it’s like, man, they’re in their own community too. They’re trying to survive. They love. They fight. They telling themselves something. We can’t understand, but one day we will.”
~ Brandon McCartney

W R I S T S

A million words were not enough to pick up and carry sorrow to the end of its sentences A million songs were not enough to restore hope to the height of its crescendos

S O G A

THE CHANNELING OF DR. BOMBAY

F I N K

“Did I just hear him correctly?” I thought to myself.

C H O R U S

“Impermanence” Standing with my towel wrapped around my waist I faced the mirror and read the word I’d written in the fog the prior day.  Each day I wrote a new word, sometimes for myself and sometimes for the child entering behind me.  This word was for me.

S A N G U I N E

“Let no one change your tone or the colors you choose for life flight” ~ V

A G G R E G A T E

Awareness is written inside the heart When, Why and Where do not co-exist

I N S T R U M E N T A T I O N

If the mind is always calm and still, dark and silent, not seeing anything, neither inside nor outside, free of all thoughts and mental images, this is the settled mind, which is not be conquered. If the mind gets excited at objects, falling all over itself, looking for beginnings and ends, this is the confused…