Patrick ๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ธโค๏ธ๐ŸŒ๐ŸŒˆ๐Ÿค—๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜˜๐Ÿ˜Ž๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡น

3 years ago
The Country Of Marriage I dream of you walking at night along the streams of the country of my birth, warm blooms and the night songs of birds opening around you as you walk. You are holding in your body the dark seed of my sleep. This comes after silence. Was it something I said that bound me to you, some mere promise or, worse, the fear of loneliness and death? A man lost in the woods in the dark, I stood still and said nothing. 2๏ธโƒฃ โฌ‡๏ธ

Patrick ๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ธโค๏ธ๐ŸŒ๐ŸŒˆ๐Ÿค—๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜˜๐Ÿ˜Ž๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡น

3 years ago
And then there rose in me, like the earth's empowering brew rising in root and branch, the words of a dream of you I did not know I had dreamed. I was a wanderer who feels the solace of his native land under his feet again and moving in his blood. I went on, blind and faithful. Where I stepped my track was there to steady me. It was no abyss that lay before me, but only the level ground. 3๏ธโƒฃ โฌ‡๏ธ

Patrick ๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ธโค๏ธ๐ŸŒ๐ŸŒˆ๐Ÿค—๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜˜๐Ÿ˜Ž๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡น

3 years ago
Sometimes our life reminds me of a forest in which there is a graceful clearing and in that opening a house, an orchard and garden, comfortable shades, and flowers red and yellow in the sun, a pattern made in the light for the light to return to. The forest is mostly dark, its ways to be made anew day after day, the dark richer than the light and more blessed, provided we stay brave enough to keep on going in. 4๏ธโƒฃ โฌ‡๏ธ

Patrick ๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ธโค๏ธ๐ŸŒ๐ŸŒˆ๐Ÿค—๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜˜๐Ÿ˜Ž๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡น

3 years ago
How many times have I come to you out of my head with joy, if ever a man was, for to approach you I have given up the light and all directions. I come to you lost, wholly trusting as a man who goes into the forest unarmed. It is as though I descend slowly earthward out of the air. I rest in peace in you, when I arrive at last. Our bond is no little economy based on the exchange of my love and work for yours, so much for so much of an expendable fund. We don't know what its limits are-- 5๏ธโƒฃ โฌ‡๏ธ

Patrick ๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ธโค๏ธ๐ŸŒ๐ŸŒˆ๐Ÿค—๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜˜๐Ÿ˜Ž๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡น

3 years ago
that puts us in the dark. We are more together than we know, how else could we keep on discovering we are more together than we thought? You are the known way leading always to the unknown, and you are the known place to which the unknown is always leading me back. More blessed in you than I know, I possess nothing worthy to give you, nothing not belittled by my saying that I possess it. Even an hour of love is a moral predicament, a blessing 6๏ธโƒฃ โฌ‡๏ธ

Patrick ๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ธโค๏ธ๐ŸŒ๐ŸŒˆ๐Ÿค—๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜˜๐Ÿ˜Ž๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡น

3 years ago
a man may be hard up to be worthy of. He can only accept it, as a plant accepts from all the bounty of the light enough to live, and then accepts the dark, passing unencumbered back to the earth, as I have fallen tine and again from the great strength of my desire, helpless, into your arms. What I am learning to give you is my death to set you free of me, and me from myself into the dark and the new light. 7๏ธโƒฃ โฌ‡๏ธ

Patrick ๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ธโค๏ธ๐ŸŒ๐ŸŒˆ๐Ÿค—๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜˜๐Ÿ˜Ž๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡น

3 years ago
Like the water of a deep stream, love is always too much. We did not make it. Though we drink till we burst we cannot have it all, or want it all. In its abundance it survives our thirst. In the evening we come down to the shore to drink our fill, and sleep, while it flows through the regions of the dark. It does not hold us, except we keep returning to its rich waters thirsty. We enter, willing to die, into the commonwealth of its joy. 8๏ธโƒฃ โฌ‡๏ธ

Patrick ๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ธโค๏ธ๐ŸŒ๐ŸŒˆ๐Ÿค—๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜˜๐Ÿ˜Ž๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡น

3 years ago
I give you what is unbounded, passing from dark to dark, containing darkness: a night of rain, an early morning. I give you the life I have let live for the love of you: a clump of orange-blooming weeds beside the road, the young orchard waiting in the snow, our own life 9๏ธโƒฃ โฌ‡๏ธ

๐ŸคกBunny_Bierson๐Ÿคก

3 years ago
Stunning

Patrick ๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ธโค๏ธ๐ŸŒ๐ŸŒˆ๐Ÿค—๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜˜๐Ÿ˜Ž๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡น

3 years ago
that we have planted in the ground, as I have planted mine in you. I give you my love for all beautiful and honest women that you gather to yourself again and again, and satisfy--and this poem, no more mine than any man's who has loved a woman. By: Wendell Berry

Patrick ๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ธโค๏ธ๐ŸŒ๐ŸŒˆ๐Ÿค—๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜˜๐Ÿ˜Ž๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡น

3 years ago
Thank you, so much, @๐ŸคกBunny_Bierson๐Ÿคก for all the kind and encouraging words, it's very much appreciated. ๐Ÿ•Š๐Ÿ•ฏ๐Ÿ™๐ŸŒน๐Ÿค—๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜Ž

Philomena ๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ธ

3 years ago
Beautifully written and beautifully done my very talented friend.

Patrick ๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ธโค๏ธ๐ŸŒ๐ŸŒˆ๐Ÿค—๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜˜๐Ÿ˜Ž๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡น

3 years ago
Thank you, so much, @Philomena ๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ธ for all the kind and encouraging words, it's very much appreciated. ๐Ÿ•Š๐Ÿ•ฏ๐Ÿ™๐ŸŒน๐Ÿค—๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜Ž

Funshine

3 years ago
Fabulous artwork and incredibly gifted writings in your galleryโ€ผ๏ธโ€ผ๏ธโ™ฅ๏ธโ™ฅ๏ธ๐ŸŒŸ๐ŸŒŸ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿป๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿป๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿฆ‹๐Ÿฆ‹๐ŸŒผ๐ŸŒผ๐ŸŒธ๐ŸŒธ๐Ÿ’š๐Ÿ’š๐ŸŒˆ๐ŸŒˆ๐ŸŒน๐ŸŒน๐Ÿฅฐ๐Ÿฅฐ

Annabelle ๐Ÿ˜Š

3 years ago
Beautifully colored โ™ฅ๏ธ

Antoshka ๐Ÿพ

3 years ago
I loved the writing that was accompanied by your art work. Really enjoyed. Thank you so much it was amazing. Have a great day. Stay safe and healthy ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿ™๐Ÿ™

Butterflygirl ๐Ÿ’–๐Ÿค—๐Ÿฆ‹ (Ginny)

3 years ago
Beautiful ๐Ÿ’–๐Ÿ’ซ๐Ÿ’–๐Ÿ’ซ๐Ÿ’–

sandra137๐ŸŒบ๐ŸŒธ๐ŸŒท๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ฎ

3 years ago
gorgeous ๐Ÿ’–๐Ÿ’–๐Ÿ’–๐Ÿ’–

LW Art/Lori

3 years ago
Fantastic

Jody 1214pW-

3 years ago
Gorgeous