by pbsartist | Jun 6, 2021 | OPENstudio
Merton said. I steal his words and put them to work in my life as into the yard I step from the fog-damp doorway peek as I must into the almost-dawn morning birds I know no names for singing harmonized tunes awakening tufts of grass and delicate spindles of garden...
by pbsartist | May 30, 2021 | OPENstudio
We have no religion. We have no race. We have no gender. We have no hope some days. We have faith.
by pbsartist | May 30, 2021 | OPENstudio
the margins are grey and forever in question, but somehow, you still know where your edges show up this is why sometimes you choose to walk the boundary lines within your own mind to each day rise and remain just there in the acreage provided for you at no cost when...
by pbsartist | May 25, 2021 | OPENstudio
‘What is time itself, dear friend?What is the sea where hours float? Am I daft, or is it true there’s no such thing as hours past and other hours still to pass, but all of them instead are all at once and never gone? Is there no time lost that ever was? Is...
by pbsartist | May 18, 2021 | OPENstudio
The Elms towering overhead against the bright crystal sky I had no idea that had so much to say so much noise to bring to my ears, giving me this new sense of life.
by pbsartist | May 18, 2021 | OPENstudio
‘It is injurious to the mind as well as to the body to be in one place and always surrounded by the same circumstances. A species of thick clothing slowly grows about the mind, and the pores are choked, little habits become a part of existence, and by degrees...
