Araniaduncan and I started #Hugs4Chris on Twitter on October 4, 2011. We originally started out simply wanting to fill Chris’s Twitter timeline with positive messages of appreciation, kindness and gratitude. We had hoped to be able to keep the project going until the…
Painting by: Daria Philomela
(http://dariaphilomela.tumblr.com)I was inspired by this beautiful painting by Daria to compose the following original poem:
Poem: “City Dreams”
by Curt Mega
March 28th, 2012
Dreaming by day
Sleepless by night
Day and night itself
Skewed by city light
Colors churning
Sounds rushing towards me
City beckons
Come to me and dream
Poem © Curt Mega. Published March 27th, 2012
“The flowers have been growing thorns for millions of years. For millions of years the sheep have been eating them just the same. And is it not a matter of consequence to try to understand why the flowers go to so much trouble to grow thorns which are never of any use to them? Is the warfare between the sheep and the flowers not important? Is this not of more consequence than a fat red-faced gentleman’s sums? And if I know— I, myself— one flower which is unique in the world, which grows nowhere but on my planet, but which one little sheep can destroy in a single bite some morning, without even noticing what he is doing— Oh! You think that is not important!”
“If some one loves a flower, of which just one single blossom grows in all the millions and millions of stars, it is enough to make him happy just to look at the stars. He can say to himself, ‘Somewhere, my flower is there…’ But if the sheep eats the flower, in one moment all his stars will be darkened… And you think that is not important!”
I did not know what to say to him. I felt awkward and blundering. I did not know how I could reach him, where I could overtake him and go on hand in hand with him once more.
It is such a secret place, the land of tears.
”
-Le Petit Prince (Antoine de Saint Exupery)
