Thought for today:
"Work in a garden of love is no toil to the contented heart. It is no work at all to constantly dwell amid the darkest pleasures of one's senses and to capture the nectar in the breeze of ecstasy as it flits and floats from one bloom to another on the wings of a butterfly or the back of a bee. Disrupt not the flowers from their natural bed as they look far sweeter in the garden soil than in a basket or window sill vase. Instead, drink up their aroma until your senses are intoxicated to the point of vomit and you need to go back indoors, for you have imbibed too much beauty for one day and will visit the garden afresh tomorrow." William Forde: January 21st, 2014.
"Work in a garden of love is no toil to the contented heart. It is no work at all to constantly dwell amid the darkest pleasures of one's senses and to capture the nectar in the breeze of ecstasy as it flits and floats from one bloom to another on the wings of a butterfly or the back of a bee. Disrupt not the flowers from their natural bed as they look far sweeter in the garden soil than in a basket or window sill vase. Instead, drink up their aroma until your senses are intoxicated to the point of vomit and you need to go back indoors, for you have imbibed too much beauty for one day and will visit the garden afresh tomorrow." William Forde: January 21st, 2014.
