these are not the memoirs of an empress, nor of a queen. these are the memoirs of another type. Sayuri
bring you new energy by day,
softly restore you by night,
wash away your worries,
blow new strength into your being,
Thanx Rochelle. I love this.
Touched base with old fav's. Checked out new spaces. Added to the list of 'next times'.
Ran on old paths. Wandered on new routs. Maybe i'll swim next time.
I love the exhilarating exhaustion that comes after spending 3 full days outside.
Thirty white horses on a red hill,
Then they stamp,
An eye in a blue face,
"That eye is like to this eye"
"But in low place
It cannot be seen, cannot be felt,
It lies behind stars and under hills,
It comes first and follows after,
Alive without breath,
Never thirsty, ever drinking,
Birds, beasts, trees, flowers;This thing all things devours:
Gnaws iron, bites steel;
Grinds hard stones to meal;
And beats high mountain down.