“Reality is merely an illusion, albeit a very persistent one.” – Einstein
Things aren’t always what they seem
Tag: Beauty
Beauty! God, Yes this is beautiful!!
I F*ing love this collaboration.
Dear God, let’s do this again.
Dear God,
let’s do this again.
-M. Taggart
(Photo taken in Southern Maine. 2021.)
This is what I vibe to. You can’t hide love.
That’s his wife this man is singing with.
#Poem – An Original Bee
I heard an original
and beautiful song today.
There’s a bee in our new shed
swinging around, looking for its life.
I thought about killing it.
I thought about killing it.
Like I thought about my life.
-M. Taggart
(No worries, I’m not suicidal. Just how the words came out
and I prefer to leave them alone once they are here.
I have a lot going on- including my father’s celebration
of life in a few days.)
Let all shores be soaked with hope.
Learn from yesterday, live for today, hope for tomorrow. The important thing is not to stop questioning. – Albert Einstein.
Let all shores be soaked with hope. -M. Taggart
Happy Mother’s Day! 2021
Especially to all of you out there who wonder if you’re enough.
You are. You always were.
The amount of courage, instinct, soul and love that go into being a mother is something I can only witness, but not truly understand. I’ll continue to watch and to listen well; especially during those moments when my attempts have failed.
Matt
Megan, Gavin is so very lucky to have you as his mother.
A month again and again a month.
Today came and shortly after Today came again.
It goes like this. It will always go like this, and I
dislike the word always, but I find it grand to
think about the departure of one day for another,
and I think it grand about how even after the
most beautiful sunrise, that I know in my heart,
there will be a more beautiful sunrise soon enough.
-M. Taggart
I love the beauty in broken things.
-M. Taggart photo 4/19/21
poem
A modern attitude
spoke of the last night on Earth.
I didn’t tumble too far into the
cold water- it wasn’t for me.
I backed away from the
truest absence and little
by little the old became
here again
Much like a timeless line
written for humanity
And much like the golden tongue
of a child singing because the
happiness within them has
no other way to become tangible
-M. Taggart
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