Green, endless green,
Sunlight dripping in through canopies of redwoods –
Birds, wasps, and bees buzzing about,
leaves at peace in the breeze.
green, endless green,
soul at ease.
Poetry + Prose by Hayden Winston
Here’s a little gallery of photos from my visit to The Broad Museum earlier this month, with a very good friend:
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“Freedom isn’t free,” they say,
We know,
Freedom was built on the backs of our ancestors,
With the tears of our foremothers,
The blood of our brothers.
Don’t tell us how to be,
Don’t tell us what to believe,
Don’t speak,
Just listen.
Fear that what little freedom we have suffered for will be stripped away.
Think, don’t just follow suit.
Photo: Alexis Micu 📷
Art: Jasper Johns (Courtesy of The Broad Museum)