this is water.

let me be

“dear god,” she prayed,

“let me be something every minute of every hour of my life.

let me be gay;
let me be sad.
let me be cold;
let me be warm.
let me be hungry
have too much to eat. let me be

girls doing.

blue elephants

when you’re a kid, you color with reckless abandon.

 // you color outside the lines.

// you color however you feel.

blue elephants,
purple trees,
red bears,
green oceans —

it’s all good.

as you get older, though, everyone tells you to stay inside the lines,

to color everything just like you see it.

you end up painting by numbers¹²³ —

whether you actually paint — or — whether you write — or — sing — or —
dance — or — act  — or — direct.

// i think you should create what you feel //

// create outside the lines //

i want to watch green oceans and red bears.
i’d love to listen to purple trees.
and i long to read blue elephants.

let us all unite

i’m sorry, but i don’t want to be an emperor.
that’s not my business.
i don’t want to rule
or conquer

i should like to help everyone–
if possible

black man,

we all want to help one another.

human beings are like that.

we want to live by each other’s happiness
not by each other’s misery.
we don’t want to hate and despise one another.

in this world there is room for everyone.
and the good earth is rich
and can provide for everyone.

the way of life can be free and beautiful,
but we have lost the way.

greed has poisoned men’s souls,
has barricaded the world with hate,
has goose-stepped us into misery and bloodshed.

we have developed speed,
but we have shut ourselves in.
machinery that gives abundance has left us in want.

our knowledge
has made us cynical.
our cleverness,
hard and unkind.

we think too much
feel too little.

more than machinery

we need humanity.

more than cleverness

we need kindness
let us all unite

compassion asks

compassion asks us to look into our own hearts,

discover what gives us pain,

» and then refuse «

under any circumstance whatsoever,

to inflict that pain on anybody else.

:: karen armstrong 

and they pass by themselves

people travel to wonder

at the height of mountains,

at the huge waves of the sea,

at the long courses of rivers,

at the vast compass of the ocean,

at the circular motion of the stars;

and they pass by themselves without wondering.

:: st. augustine of hippo