I could not live in any of the worlds offered to me — the world of my parents, the world of war, the world of politics. I had to create a world of my own, like a climate, a country, an atmosphere in which I could breathe, reign, and recreate myself when destroyed by living. That, I believe, is the reason for every work of art.
Sometimes
I feel quite hopeless.
Then the moon rises.
In the silence,
I find my way,
each shadow
Is a friend
Each passing thought
Moving on like clouds.
I am here,
The moon is here,
Both steady,
Both of us enough.
Cloudia Charters
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Whenever you are
sincerely pleased
you are nourished.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
Dawn Moon
The moon does not fight. It attacks no one. It does not worry. It does not try to crush others. It keeps to its course, but by its very nature, it gently influences. What other body could pull an entire ocean from shore to shore? The moon is faithful to its nature and its power is never diminished.
