amber {in the shadow of za'ha'dum}:
I thought that spring must last forevermore / For I was young and loved, and it was May
amber {in the shadow of za'ha'dum}:
What potent blood hath modest May (122/366)
amber {in the shadow of za'ha'dum}:
It was the month of May, the month when the foliage of herbs and trees is most freshly green, when buds ripened and blossoms appear in their fragrance and loveliness.
amber {in the shadow of za'ha'dum}:
The chessboard is the world, the pieces are the phenomena of the universe, the rules of the game are what we call the laws of Nature, the players on the other side is hidden from us
amber {in the shadow of za'ha'dum}:
The secret of life is enjoying the passage of time
amber {in the shadow of za'ha'dum}:
Nature and wisdom never are at strife
amber {in the shadow of za'ha'dum}:
As I grow to understand life less and less, I learn to love it more and more (120/366)
amber {in the shadow of za'ha'dum}:
the devil is in the details
amber {in the shadow of za'ha'dum}:
♫♫ I will not take these things for granted
amber {in the shadow of za'ha'dum}:
the poetry of the earth is never dead
amber {in the shadow of za'ha'dum}:
far away in the sunshine are my highest aspirations
amber {in the shadow of za'ha'dum}:
The rays of happiness, like those of light, are colorless when unbroken
amber {in the shadow of za'ha'dum}:
In springtime, love is carried on the breeze (115/366)
amber {in the shadow of za'ha'dum}:
A light exists in spring not present on the year at any other period
amber {in the shadow of za'ha'dum}:
And something started in my soul,
amber {in the shadow of za'ha'dum}:
I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey-work of the stars (113/366)
amber {in the shadow of za'ha'dum}:
grow where you are planted
amber {in the shadow of za'ha'dum}:
Beginning with doom in the bulb, the spring unravels....
amber {in the shadow of za'ha'dum}:
The buds swell imperceptibly, without hurry or confusion, as if the short spring days were an eternity
amber {in the shadow of za'ha'dum}:
orchid girl you'd make my day (111/366)
amber {in the shadow of za'ha'dum}:
memory & desire (109/366)
amber {in the shadow of za'ha'dum}:
Often I am still listening when the song is over
amber {in the shadow of za'ha'dum}:
The sun shines not on us, but in us. The rivers flow not past, but through us, thrilling, tingling, vibrating every fiber and cell of the substance of our bodies, making them glide and sing
amber {in the shadow of za'ha'dum}:
It's spring fever. That is what the name of it is. And when you've got it, you want - oh, you don't quite know what it is you do want, but it just fairly makes your heart ache, you want it so!
amber {in the shadow of za'ha'dum}:
...and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time
amber {in the shadow of za'ha'dum}:
Nature always wears the colors of the spirit
amber {in the shadow of za'ha'dum}:
Who would have thought it possible that a tiny little flower could preoccupy a person so completely that there simply wasn't room for any other thought....
amber {in the shadow of za'ha'dum}:
Is it so small a thing / To have enjoy'd the sun, / To have lived light in the spring, / To have loved, to have thought, to have done?
amber {in the shadow of za'ha'dum}:
There came a time when the risk to remain tight in the bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom
amber {in the shadow of za'ha'dum}:
For happiness one needs security, but joy can spring like a flower even from the cliffs of despair
