I sing you bright eyes, fresh wings and grace full and flowing,
uncluttered days, an unhurried way
and brave forward going
(even if it’s slow)
May yours be unspoiled sleep and wide awake living,
a strong fire burning to chase away the chill,
company that doesn’t drain you,
adventure that doesn’t strain you,
dreams that don’t drive you,
freedom that doesn’t fail you,
and a childlike wonder,
strong and sparkling still.
I sing you fresh flowing River pouring mystic healing light
over every thirsty place inside
and the sweetest sort of peace a soul can know,
and may you carry the togethering of tribe
in that place deep inside
as along the way, wholehearted,
It is the source of all true art and science.
He to whom this emotion is a stranger, who can no longer pause to wonder and stand rapt in awe,
is as good as dead: his eyes are closed.”
-Albert Einstein Hey, I finally dived into Instagram a few weeks ago and, wow, do I love it!
Such a wonderland:)
Come hang out with me there, if you like.