my state of mind

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thedarknessthinkingthelight: “Sometimes my feet are tired and my hands are quiet, but there is no quiet in my heart.” ― W.B. Yeats Source: thedarknessthinkingthelight

and I think of each life as a flower, as common as a field daisy, and as singular, and each name a comfortable music in the mouth, tending, as all music does, toward silence, Mary Oliver, from New and Selected Poems: Volume One (via theroseofgazing) Source: theroseofgazing