tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7770164617076107189.post1758040201192103050..comments2023-04-10T05:54:54.194-05:00Comments on two insomnias: in my windowJunukahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11865042028418379060noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7770164617076107189.post-73954388343507677802008-10-13T14:49:00.000-05:002008-10-13T14:49:00.000-05:00beautiful :)beautiful :)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7770164617076107189.post-38736411358210688432008-10-13T14:08:00.000-05:002008-10-13T14:08:00.000-05:00The photographs have disappeared...why?The photographs have disappeared...why?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7770164617076107189.post-256613228241636792008-10-12T09:46:00.000-05:002008-10-12T09:46:00.000-05:00and some day an evolved work shall definitely appe...and some day an evolved work shall definitely appear here...Junukahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11865042028418379060noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7770164617076107189.post-28248175478928891082008-10-12T09:39:00.000-05:002008-10-12T09:39:00.000-05:00i think sketchbooks are like notes..that one choos...i think sketchbooks are like notes..that one chooses to share.<BR/>and others contribute..take it ahead..like here, the red bird appeared.Junukahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11865042028418379060noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7770164617076107189.post-60921040733145627252008-10-12T04:43:00.000-05:002008-10-12T04:43:00.000-05:00Do the more...not say...i was referring to yr draw...Do the more...not say...i was referring to yr drawing...<BR/><BR/>If the blog is just rough work, then everything goes...but some quality control may be in order!!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7770164617076107189.post-15313649540980901282008-10-12T03:57:00.000-05:002008-10-12T03:57:00.000-05:00tell me really how to say the more...i strive perp...tell me really how to say the more...i strive perpetually all the time.Junukahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11865042028418379060noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7770164617076107189.post-10964829988350566362008-10-12T03:33:00.000-05:002008-10-12T03:33:00.000-05:00Hey! Sorry to sound the discordant note, but one w...Hey! Sorry to sound the discordant note, but one wants so much more even from your casual work...the poem by Mary Oliver is nicer...!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7770164617076107189.post-89450704684735001692008-10-11T03:48:00.000-05:002008-10-11T03:48:00.000-05:00its beautiful,I feel like I am looking through you...its beautiful,I feel like I am looking through your eyes..still waterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15655788028713111232noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7770164617076107189.post-85631590226851295042008-10-11T03:31:00.000-05:002008-10-11T03:31:00.000-05:00If I was the song that entered your heartthen I wa...If I was the song that entered your heart<BR/>then I was the music of your heart, that you wanted and needed,<BR/>and thus wilderness bloomed that, with all its<BR/>followers: gardeners, lovers, people who weep<BR/>for the death of rivers.<BR/> <BR/>And this was my true task, to be the<BR/>music of the body. Do you understand? for truly the body needs<BR/>a song, a spirit, a soul. And no less, to make this work,<BR/>the soul has need of a body,<BR/>and I am both of the earth and I am of the inexplicable<BR/>beauty of heaven<BR/>where I fly so easily, so welcome, yes,<BR/>and this is why I have been sent, to teach this to your heart.”<BR/><BR/>red bird by mary oliverAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com