tired

 

“Avoid the flourish. Do not be afraid to be weak. Do not be ashamed to be tired. You look good when you’re tired. You look like you could go on forever. Now come into my arms. You are the image of my beauty.”

LEONARD COHEN

 

Photo: Kimbra Audrey

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illumination

“I’m trying to find these rare moments where you feel completely illuminated. Facts never illuminate you. The phone directory of Manhattan doesn’t illuminate you, although it has factually correct entries, millions of them. But these rare moments of illumination that you find when you read a great poem, you instantly know. You instantly feel this spark of illumination. You are almost stepping outside of yourself and you see something sublime.”

WERNER HERZOG

Photo: BeJamin

Categories: art, hawaii, water, words
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this is what you shall do

 “…dismiss whatever insults your own soul, and your very flesh shall be a great poem and have the richest fluency not only in its words but in the silent lines of its lips and face and between the lashes of your eyes and in every motion and joint of your body.”

WALT WHITMAN

Photos: Mary Lennox

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awake

Awake Awhile

It does not have to be
Forever,
Right Now.

One Step upon the Sky’s soft skirt
Would be enough.

Hafiz,
Awake awhile
Just one True moment of Love
Will last for days.

Rest all your elaborate plans and tactics
for Knowing Him,
For they are all just frozen spring buds
Far,
So far from Summer’s Divine Gold.

Awake, my dear.
Be kind to your sleeping heart.
Take it out into the vast fields of Light
And let it breathe.

Say,
“Love,
Give me back my wings,
Lift me,
Lift me nearer.”

Say to the sun and the moon,
Say to our dear Friend,

“I will take You up now, Beloved,
On that wonderful Dance You promised!”

HAFIZ

Photo: Ryan Brabazon

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mother

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I carry an “M” in my mother’s handwriting on my inner arm. The first of many influential M’s in my life, my Mother, Mary. There’s also my grandmother, my goddaughter, my dog and my lover, but it’s the first M who gave me life and has truly been the greatest gift in my life. When I see it, I feel stronger. It also heartens me to think that inside of us, there are generations of mothers whose names we don’t know who brought us to this place.

I thought my mom would be mad when she saw it for the first time. Instead, she hugged me. If you ever need a tattoo artist in Hawaii, I recommend my friend Steven–he’s the only person I trust to permanently mark my body.

Poem: Nayyirah Waheed

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