A Night With a Wolf Little one come to my knee ! Hark how the rain is pouring Over the roof in the pitch dark night, And the winds in the woods a-roaring Hush,my darling, and listen, Then pay for the story with kisses; Father was lost in the pitch-black night In just such a storm as this is. High on the lonely mountain Where the wild men watched and waited; Wolves in the forest, and bears in the bush, And I on my path belated. The rain and the night together Came down, and the wind came after, Bending the props of the pine tree roof And snapping many a rafter. I crept along in the darkness, Stunned and bruised and blinded… Crept to a fir with thick-set boughs, And a sheltering rock behind it. There, from the blowing and raining, Crouching I sought to hide me; Something rustled,two green eyes shone, And a wolf lay down beside me. Little one, be not frightened; I and the wolf together, Side be side through the long, long night, Hid from the awful weather. His wet fur pressed against me; Each of us warmed the other; Each of us felt in the stormy dark That beast and man was brother. And when the falling forest No longer crashed in warning, Each of us went from our hiding place Forth in the wild wet morning. Darling, kiss me in payment… Hark! how the wind is roaring! Father’s house is a better place When the stormy rain is pouring #noya
A Night With a Wolf Little one come to my knee ! Hark how the rain is pouring Over the roof in the pitch dark night, And the winds in the woods a-roaring Hush,my darling, and listen, Then pay for the story with kisses; Father was lost in the pitch-black night In just such a storm as this is. High on the lonely mountain Where the wild men watched and waited; Wolves in the forest, and bears in the bush, And I on my path belated. The rain and the night together Came down, and the wind came after, Bending the props of the pine tree roof And snapping many a rafter. I crept along in the darkness, Stunned and bruised and blinded… Crept to a fir with thick-set boughs, And a sheltering rock behind it. There, from the blowing and raining, Crouching I sought to hide me; Something rustled,two green eyes shone, And a wolf lay down beside me. Little one, be not frightened; I and the wolf together, Side be side through the long, long night, Hid from the awful weather. His wet fur pressed against me; Each of us warmed the other; Each of us felt in the stormy dark That beast and man was brother. And when the falling forest No longer crashed in warning, Each of us went from our hiding place Forth in the wild wet morning. Darling, kiss me in payment… Hark! how the wind is roaring! Father’s house is a better place When the stormy rain is pouring #noya
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“But the poor Dog, in life the firmest friend, The first to welcome, foremost to defend, Whose honest heart is still his Master’s own, Who labours, fights, lives, breathes for him alone,” Lord Byron
The truth I do not stretch or shove When I state that the dog is full of love. I’ve also found, by actual test, A wet dog is the lovingest. Ogden Nash
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‘The mountain sat upon the plain In his eternal chair, His observation omnifold, His inquest everywhere. The seasons prayed around his knees, Like children round a sire: Grandfather of the days is he, Of dawn the ancestor.’ Emily Dickinson Many thanks to @larsen_bervoets for joining me. Lots of love to @nansschonkeren and her team and family for always backing up and delivering 5 star production. Love to the brother @filipvanroe for always being ready to dance and bless us with beautiful pictures. Thanks to @streetartantwerp for priming this biggie. Thanks to @tvhgroup for providing the lift! Lots of love and on to the next. Stay tuned
‘The mountain sat upon the plain In his eternal chair, His observation omnifold, His inquest everywhere. The seasons prayed around his knees, Like children round a sire: Grandfather of the days is he, Of dawn the ancestor.’ Emily Dickinson Many thanks to @larsen_bervoets for joining me. Lots of love to @nansschonkeren and her team and family for always backing up and delivering 5 star production. Love to the brother @filipvanroe for always being ready to dance and bless us with beautiful pictures. Thanks to @streetartantwerp for priming this biggie. Thanks to @tvhgroup for providing the lift! Lots of love and on to the next. Stay tuned
‘The mountain sat upon the plain In his eternal chair, His observation omnifold, His inquest everywhere. The seasons prayed around his knees, Like children round a sire: Grandfather of the days is he, Of dawn the ancestor.’ Emily Dickinson Many thanks to @larsen_bervoets for joining me. Lots of love to @nansschonkeren and her team and family for always backing up and delivering 5 star production. Love to the brother @filipvanroe for always being ready to dance and bless us with beautiful pictures. Thanks to @streetartantwerp for priming this biggie. Thanks to @tvhgroup for providing the lift! Lots of love and on to the next. Stay tuned
‘The mountain sat upon the plain In his eternal chair, His observation omnifold, His inquest everywhere. The seasons prayed around his knees, Like children round a sire: Grandfather of the days is he, Of dawn the ancestor.’ Emily Dickinson Many thanks to @larsen_bervoets for joining me. Lots of love to @nansschonkeren and her team and family for always backing up and delivering 5 star production. Love to the brother @filipvanroe for always being ready to dance and bless us with beautiful pictures. Thanks to @streetartantwerp for priming this biggie. Thanks to @tvhgroup for providing the lift! Lots of love and on to the next. Stay tuned
‘The mountain sat upon the plain In his eternal chair, His observation omnifold, His inquest everywhere. The seasons prayed around his knees, Like children round a sire: Grandfather of the days is he, Of dawn the ancestor.’ Emily Dickinson Many thanks to @larsen_bervoets for joining me. Lots of love to @nansschonkeren and her team and family for always backing up and delivering 5 star production. Love to the brother @filipvanroe for always being ready to dance and bless us with beautiful pictures. Thanks to @streetartantwerp for priming this biggie. Thanks to @tvhgroup for providing the lift! Lots of love and on to the next. Stay tuned
‘ I want to be with those who know secret things or else alone ‘ Rainer Maria Rilke
The sea. Our mother.
Great is the sun, and wide he goes Through empty heaven without repose; And in the blue and glowing days More thick than rain he showers his rays. Though closer still the blinds we pull To keep the shady parlour cool, Yet he will find a chink or two To slip his golden fingers through. The dusty attic spider-clad, He, through the keyhole, maketh glad; And through the broken edge of tiles, Into the laddered hay-loft smiles. Meantime his golden face around He bares to all the garden ground, And sheds a warm and glittering look Among the ivy’s inmost nook. Above the hills, along the blue, Round the bright air with footing true, To please the child, to paint the rose, The gardener of the World, he goes. Robert Louis Stevenson
Early in the day it was whispered that we should sail in a boat, only thou and I, and never a soul in the world would know of this our pilgrimage to no country and to no end. In that shoreless ocean, at thy silently listening smile my songs would swell in melodies, free as waves, free from all bondage of words. Is the time not come yet? Are there works still to do? Lo, the evening has come down upon the shore and in the fading light the seabirds come flying to their nests. Who knows when the chains will be off, and the boat, like the last glimmer of sunset, vanish into the night? Rabindranath Tagore
Gracias a la Vida. Love beyond the realms of eternity. Happy birthday soulmate. RIP 🍀❤️🦋 #Marie-Dominique Wiche
Yesterday Was tomorrow Not So long Ago
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Your skin like dawn Mine like musk One paints the beginning of a certain end. The other, the end of a sure beginning. Maya Angelou
