Category Archives: Other peoples words

Maybe This Is How Heaven is Made on Earth

Posted on August 29, 2021 by randomyriad

“All the believers continued together in close fellowship and shared their belongings with one another. They would sell property and possessions and distribute the money among all according to what each needed. Day after day they met as group and … Continue reading →

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More Ideas About Living as a Human Being in a Crowded Confusing World

Posted on August 21, 2021 by randomyriad

“Do not fight against pain; do not fight against irritation or jealousy. Embrace them with great tenderness, as though you were embracing a little baby. Your anger is yourself, and you should not be violent toward it. The same thing … Continue reading →

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2021 Graphic Journal #29: Aug 5- Aug 13

Posted on August 14, 2021 by randomyriad

I Pretend Multitudes

Posted in Abstraction, Collage, conversations, doodles, Drawing, Fiction, imagination and reality, make your own world, mindworks, My Art, Other peoples words, Self-Experiments, Works in Progress | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

As Summer Yet Calls Us All

Posted on August 10, 2021 by randomyriad

by Richard Wilbur from Beautiful Changes and Other Poems(1947)

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Richard Wilbur: Love Calls Us to the Things of This World

Posted on July 24, 2021 by randomyriad

Originally posted on Vox Populi:
The eyes open to a cry of pulleys, And spirited from sleep, the astounded soul Hangs for a moment bodiless and simple As false dawn. Outside the open window The morning air is all awash…

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