Forest gospel

I should be floating but I'm weighted by thinking.

What would I want? Sky


"Gradually, but deliberately… I have made myself into a machine. I have done it deliberately — in order to endure, in order not to feel. I have deliberately killed my senses — I have deliberately died […]"

T.S. Eliot, from Selected Letters (via violentwavesofemotion)

(via lifeinpoetry)


How could you NOT fall in love with the glow of the moon and stars, the warmth of the sun, the ancient life within the trees, and the sweet melodies of the winds?

(Source: thedruidsforest, via daiisy-dreamer)