I wake up with one face. Fall asleep with another. I love faces. I always have. Most of the art in my home is a face of some sort. Abstract, pop, outsider, or straight up real - I find them easy to live with and good company. How about you? A poem by Rainer Maria Rilke Buddha In Glory Center of all centers, core of cores, almond self-enclosed, and growing sweet-- all this universe, to the furthest stars all beyond them, is your flesh, your fruit. Now you feel how nothing clings to you; your vast shell reaches into endless space, and there the rich, thick fluids rise and flow. Illuminated in your infinite peace, a billion stars go spinning through the night, blazing high above your head...
I love the Shel Silverstein quote.
ReplyDeletei JUST LOVE THAT ZEBRA RUG TOO.
LOve the rug! and that beautiful set of asian cabinets (not sure what to call them)!
ReplyDeleteand the shel silverstein poem is so cute. normally i LOATHE poetry, but i get his. :)
Love this poem! And the whole room! Question- Did you stain that concrete yourself or was it already like that? I'm needing that color!! And PS- Thank you for your nice comments about the pillows :)
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