the wind and rain
steal the warmth from our gentle hands, but we persist, marching on through the storm. and though there is warmth and light at the end of this, that is not the point of our venture. so it is, so it goes - Atlas
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the world is too big for a lifetime
and while this gladdens me I still yearn to know what lies behind every mountain, in every valley, in every corner of the world I have not yet tucked myself into. here's yesterday's poem, since I had a bit of trouble posting yesterday! - Atlas the mountains rise.
the sun sets. truthfully, I'm not quite sure what to do with this passage of space and time. here and now is such a fragile combination. how strange, that we cannot live without our undoing. thinking about things - Atlas sometimes I feel like everyone
expects me to know this better than I do. is that my fault? should I ask more questions, look more confused? still, I am grateful for the wonder of it all. for the people who cross the gap between knowledge and understanding. I hope to someday count myself among them. cool science is cool - Atlas poppies grow
at the foot of these mountains. maybe time is like a window, close-by things blurring while distant things seem almost still, even as they inexorably slide out of view. always leaving, always changing - Atlas so the world turns.
today will never happen again, we are marching inexorably towards some inevitable end and it will never unhappen, no but it will never happen again. the passage of time is quite strange - Atlas a bird in the hand is worth
a few crumbs, offered politely. a day in the city is worth a bit of navigation. truly good ice cream and hot chocolate is worth a long and busy line. idk - Atlas I am forever indebted
to the kindness of strangers, filling me with gratitude and humility in equal measure. because we can't do everything in the end. but I hope to be someone else's kind stranger someday, someone who makes them a little bit glad they were brave. idk - Atlas I've never put much thought
into returning to the land of my ancestors. my home is either where I am or with people I love or where I've spent a long time and found meaning, I do not want to put my hopes in some strange place untethered to my lifetime. but still, looking out at the shore, squinting in the breeze while gulls wheel and call above me I cannot help but think that someone deep within my bones once loved this place. I'm glad I could return them here, even if I cannot stay. ho humm - Atlas the sun is rising
and it is, as always, brighter with you beneath its rays. the birds sing sweetly to greet your passing, the flowers bob and wave. when I think of you, I think of spring. colorful, undaunted, cheerful and sure. with steady steps you march towards summer but do not forget the lessons of winter. when you arrive, frost melts and life arises. Happy Birthday!!! - Atlas |
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