"...to enclose the present moment; to make it stay; to fill it fuller and fuller, with the past, the present and the future, until it shone, whole, bright, deep with understanding."

Virgina Woolf, The Years


Fail to resist

a restless curiosity
an urge to investigate 
and discover
the ellusive places
where we meet nature
where she plays on our senses
with colors and forms
perfumes and smells
the taste and touch
of salty wind on the tongue

but much of nature is hidden from us
that we can neither see nor touch

(it's the sparkle you become
when you overcome anxiety)

[Text: Björk's Biophilia]