The Hollow Oak

I live for beautiful words, beautiful men, and beautiful sounds

Wild Geese, by Mary Oliver

You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
For a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about your despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting —
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.

edwinpabonphoto:

JAKE BASS - PHOTO - EDWIN PABON

edwinpabonphoto:

JAKE BASS - PHOTO - EDWIN PABON

Poem by Debbie Strange.  Copyright D Strange, 2014. 
leeshit:

Greyhound II, 2014 (Pencil crayon on paper, 4.5”x8.5”)

leeshit:

Greyhound II, 2014 (Pencil crayon on paper, 4.5”x8.5”)

(via holdingthisworld)

thebadboybass:

The beautiful, enigmatic Jake Bass.
PHotograph by RJ. Sebastian, W hotel 13/10/10 

thebadboybass:

The beautiful, enigmatic Jake Bass.

PHotograph by RJ. Sebastian, W hotel 13/10/10 

Poem by @BlueHaiku2 

I have not seen

a real milkweed pod,

since I was a child,

perhaps because I no longer

choose to walk in the wild.

 

(posted with permission)

earth-witch:

Enchanted Wood, Argyll, Scotland, photo via lvnd

earth-witch:

Enchanted Wood, Argyll, Scotland, photo via lvnd

(via overthelunaa)

POEM by Traci Siler

The porcelain edge

of her collarbone

he finds it

a strange

violent grace.

(posted with permission)