Love, hear thou

How soft, how sad his voice is ever calling,

Ever unanswered, and the dark rain falling,

Then as now.

— James Joyce (via chimneyfish)

(via lyricsandloneliness)

DSC_0422 on Flickr.

This picture is taken right before I met the king of the forest.

“Body, like the mountain
Heart, like the ocean
Mind, like the sky.”
— Dogen (via loveyourchaos)

(via loveyourchaos)

When it all goes quiet behind my eyes, I see all that made me - flying around in little pieces.