
the highest mountain
you can climb lies in your heart
everest of self

It is not with the lyre of someone in love that I go seducing people. The rattle of the leper is what sings in my hands. Jane Kenyon
It is not with the lyre of someone in love that I go seducing people. The rattle of the leper is what sings in my hands. Jane Kenyon
4 comments:
Aristotle once said,"I count him braver who overcomes his desires than him who overcomes his enemies, for the hardest victory is victory over self."
Such beauty in the words and the
flower... gorgeous!
I like this one in particular. Great blog.
I adore this "High-Ku!"
"everest of my self."
(I like plays on words)
Stunning flower collage series.
Are you using tissue paper with watercolour?
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