Silence is not an eloquent opportunity
for the penetration of speech.
Friends, standing in a misshaped circle
having reached a lull in conversation,
should listen to the wind sift through their hair
like shy children waiting for gifts.
Darkened Cities (by Thierry Cohen)
- Wayne W. Dyer (via yogachocolatelove)
It’s weird how in animals seeing ribs/collar&hip bones is considered sick or even abusive, but in people that’s considered beautiful.
This may have just changed my life.