A tree growing out of the ground is as wonderful today as it ever was. It does not need to adopt new and startling methods.
— Henri, R. (1960). The Art Spirit. p. 56. New York: J.B. Lippincott Company.
A tree growing out of the ground is as wonderful today as it ever was. It does not need to adopt new and startling methods.
— Henri, R. (1960). The Art Spirit. p. 56. New York: J.B. Lippincott Company.
The work of the world is common as mud.
Botched, it smears the hands, crumbles to dust.
But the thing worth doing well done
has a shape that satisfies, clean and evident.
Greek amphoras for wine or oil,
Hopi vases that held corn, are put in museums
but you know they were made to be used.
The pitcher cries for water to carry
and a person for work that is real.
— Marge Piercy
So be sure when you step. And will you succeed? KID, YOU’LL MOVE MOUNTAINS! So…
Step with care and great tact
and remember that Life’s
a Great Balancing Act.
Just never forget to be dexterous and deft.
And never mix up your right foot with your left.
Yes! You will, indeed!
(98 and 3/4 percent guaranteed.)
be your name Buxbaum or Bixby or Bray
or Mordecai Ali Van Allen O’Shea,
you’re off to Great Places!
Today is your day!
Your mountain is waiting.
So…get on your way!
— Dr. Seuss (via this-that-andeverythinginbetween)
(Source: thelittleboxes-willmakeyouangry)
Everything beckons us to perceive it.
— Source:
Everything beckons to us to perceive it, murmurs at every turn, “Remember me!” A day we passed, too busy to receive it, will yet unlock us all its treasury.
Who shall compute our harvest? Who shall bar us from the former years, the long-departed? What have we learnt from living since we started, except to find in others what we are?
Except to re-enkindle commonplace? O house, O sloping field, O setting sun! Your features form into a face, you run, you cling to us, returning our embrace!
One space spreads through all creatures equally -inner-world-space. Birds quietly flying go flying through us. O, I that want to grow! the tree I look outside at’s growing in me!
I have a house within when I need care. I have a guard within when I need rest. The love that I have had! - Upon my breast the beauty of the world clings, to weep there.
Rainer Maria Rilke, Later Poems, translated by J.B. Leishman. London: The Hogarth Press Ltd.
Andy Goldsworthy
That which seems has many faces, that which is has none.
—
-Friedrich Schiller
(quoted by Sophie Hunger in an interview)
Le Vent Nous Portera
-Sophie Hunger