We met on that familiar street,
at that familiar house,
where you told me with a knowing look
that it was all a dream.
I don’t know what brought me here,
but I knew the dim glow of the garage lights,
the weathered wooden table,
and the cracked cement.
Our eyes met in the summer dusk
as distant bomb bursts and flashing colors
populated the night sky far above,
leaving faded embers in their wake.
- Ben Okri
(Source: light-essence)
In a field
I am the absence
of field.
This is
always the case.
Wherever I am
I am what is missing.
When I walk
I part the air
and always
the air moves in
to fill the spaces
where my body’s been.
We all have reasons
for moving.
I move
to keep things whole.
- Mark Strand, Keeping Things Whole
(Source: arpeggia, via light-essence)
- Jack Kerouac
(Source: comewithmemylove, via metaconscious)
- Jeremy Adelman, Princeton professor after teaching his first history MOOC
(Source: majoringindebt)
