The inspiration of one tiny elephant with eight toes and exquisite ears. An expert in existential envelope balancing, this bewitched mammoth is a collector of embroidered emotions, erratically timed echoes, and elliptical raindrops, all stored between rows of elegantly coiffed lashes by evening and in the glint of ebony eyes by night.
"And when old words die out on the tongue,
new melodies break forth from the heart;
and where the old tracks are lost,
new country is revealed with its wonders." - Rabindranath Tagore (via quietlotus) Posted 6 hours ago with 38 notes | reblog
"The true harvest of my daily life is somewhat as intangible and indescribable as the tints of morning or evening. It is a little star-dust caught, a segment of the rainbow which I have clutched." - Henry David Thoreau (via quietlotus) Posted 2 weeks ago with 32 notes | reblog
"With no-mind, blossoms invite the butterfly;
With no-mind the butterfly visits the blossoms.
When the flower blooms, the butterfly comes;
When the butterfly comes, the flower blooms." - Ryōkan (via quietlotus) Posted 1 month ago with 20 notes | reblog