languages strange to my ear
the music of many voices
riding the bus.
“The limits of my language means the limits of my world.”
~ Ludwig Wittgenstein, philosopher
(1889 - 1951)
Writing daily about my journeys through books, movies and plays along with poetry, story, or an occasional wander into ideas, opinions or rants.
languages strange to my ear
the music of many voices
riding the bus.
“The limits of my language means the limits of my world.”
~ Ludwig Wittgenstein, philosopher
(1889 - 1951)
rests and pools
in clear water
at days end.
“Those who flow as life flows know they need no other force.”
~ Lao Tzu
Photo from 2023 in the city |
I saw the clouds today,
bulky even after the rain,
muscling their way over the prairie, allowing the sun to shine as shades of gray passed.
“The sky is postcard dreamy now, the clouds less full of rain,
the sun a little stronger every day.”
~ Kathleen Glasgow, Girl in Pieces
Author's note: Muse today inspired by clouds outside Memento Cafe at University of Regina.