variationsforthehealingofmishka:
“I drink water, cut fruit, plunge my hands thourgh the wind’s foliage lemon trees quicken the pollen of summer days green birds cut through my dreams and I leave, my eyes filled with a boundless gaze where the world becomes beautiful again from the beginning according to the heart’s measure.”— drinking the corinthian sun, odysseus elytis
(via mythologyofthepoetandthemuse)









