Silence isn’t “one of those things.” It’s always present, and it never ends. What ends is our attention. Fortunately, silence is always there when we return. I wouldn’t say it’s waiting, but, then again, who knows, it might be. We can say all sorts of things about silence. We can say it pours like honey, Or that it melts like chocolate. We might liken it to the depths of the […]
It must fall apart. It will fall apart. Oh, such beauty! . [ 1769 ]
If speech were a scent, what kind would you wear? Flowers and fields, or foul, fetid air? If it were stone, which would you choose? A rough, jagged rock, or one round and washed smooth? If it were rare, what would you use? Words that are fair, or words that are cruel? And the children smiled and said, Honey and lavender. The teacher bowed. Just as a wise one would […]
I fell from the front step into the sea and was saved by Captain Bee and his dandelion boat. . [ 1767 ]
Remember, everyone you meet is living the precious gift of their lives. So don’t be hasty. Don’t criticize. Be patient. Be considerate. Be kind. Realize, each is you in disguise, Honey sweet, honey sour, Honey wise. . [ 1766 ]
Portrait, sketch, idea. Instant, inspiration, urge. All the way back to a fool and his precious bag of words. . [ 1765 ]
We humans think we’re smart, but how smart are we, really, if we have to have money just to eat, live, and survive? he said, while pretending his arms were wings . [ 1764 ]
What we think we’ve lost, we never had at all. What we think we have, we never really can or will. What we think is what we think we think, until . . . . [ 1763 ]
A new day breaking into bloom. Dust in my room. Waltz with my broom. . [ 1762 ]
You haven’t changed a bit — ( those childhood years chiseled in stone pillar and bone time wears on ) . [ 1761 ]
William Michaelian 