maggie and milly and molly and may went down to the beach (to play one day)
and maggie discovered a shell that sang so sweetly she couldn’t remember her troubles,and
milly befriended a stranded star whose rays five languid fingers were;
and molly was chased by a horrible thing which raced sideways while blowing bubbles:and
may came home with a smooth round stone as small as a world and as large as alone.
For whatever we lose (like a you or a me) it’s always ourselves we find in the sea
With a lily in your hand I leave you, o my night love! Little widow of my single star I find you. Tamer of dark butterflies! I keep along my way. After a thousand years have gone you’ll see me, o, my night love! By the blue footpath, tamer of dark stars, I’ll make my way. Until the universe can fit inside my heart.
Federico Garcia Lorca
Failing to fetch me at first keep encouraged,
Missing me one place search another,
I stop somewhere waiting for you.
Walt Whitman, from Song of Myself
Grapes. Haut Village, Vaison-la-Romaine, France. Photo by Becky Oehlers.
Once in awhile
you get shown the light
in the strangest of places
if you look at it right.
Jerry Garcia, from Scarlet Begonias
“If you let yourself go I am sure you are sensible… . You are inclined to get muddled, if I may judge from last night. Let yourself go. Pull out from the depths those thoughts that you do not understand, and spread them out in the sunlight and know the meaning of them.”