Forever Young - Bob Dylan

May you grow up to be righteous. May you grow up to be true. May you always know the truth. And see the lights surrounding you. May you always be courageous. Stand upright and be strong. May you stay forever young. Forever young, forever young. May you stay forever young.

May your hands always be busy. May your feet always be swift. May you have a strong foundation. When the winds of changes shift. May your heart always be joyful. And may your songs always be sung. May you stay forever young. Forever young, forever young. May you stay forever young.

Anthony Burrill
The Way of the Flower
The flower is not beautiful because it is vain, loves glamour, or thirsts for attention. The flower is beautiful because it wants to survive, it wants to live, it wants to exist in this universe. Beauty is in its nature.

The Way of the Flower

The flower is not beautiful because it is vain, loves glamour, or thirsts for attention. The flower is beautiful because it wants to survive, it wants to live, it wants to exist in this universe. Beauty is in its nature.

Boys are as beautiful as knives. Sharp and smooth, they cut you open.

Levi’s video by Gus Van Sant (1995).

Where strawberries madly grew…
A poem about childhood

Still Life: Lemon, Basil, Onion

Huntington Gardens

The blonde ingenues, turned bronze madonnas. Hair fashionably gathered at the crown, babies pushed before them as trophies of their wealthy alliances…

The dynasties of Asian-American families celebrating their assimilation beneath paintings of alabaster virgins… 

The teenage girls in search of enlightenment among the rose bushes…

All basking in the sunlit glow of one insanely rich man - long dead. A man who built America’s arteries on the moist backs of foreign labor. From his fecund flesh bloom flowers and jungles, the stage for rites of passage: marriage, graduation, anniversaries. And the cherry on top: the descendants of his laborers now claim this place as the nucleus of their Americanization. And no doubt, this place is a testament to their economic ascent. Membership isn’t cheap.

Purple jacaranda outside a Buddhist temple, Little Tokyo, LA

Purple jacaranda outside a Buddhist temple, Little Tokyo, LA

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.
Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets (via matrem)