Healah Dancing | Keaton Henson (Feat. Ren Ford), Romantic Works

If you came this way, 
Taking any route, starting from anywhere,
At any time or at any season, 
It would always be the same: you would have to put off 
Sense and notion. You are not here to verify,
Instruct yourself, or inform curiosity 
Or carry report. You are here to kneel 
Where prayer has been valid. And prayer is more 
Than an order of words, the conscious occupation
Of the praying mind, or the sound of the voice praying. 
And what the dead had no speech for, when living, 
They can tell you, being dead: the communication
Of the dead is tongued with fire beyond the language of the living. 
Here, the intersection of the timeless moment
Is England and nowhere. Never and always.


                                       Little Gidding, T.S Eliot

There was a crooked man, and he walked a crooked mile.

He found a crooked sixpence upon a crooked stile.

He bought a crooked cat, which caught a crooked mouse,
And they all lived together in a little crooked house.

Baer | Hildur Gudnadóttir

Once I was loved | Melody Gardot

Ces gens là | Jacques Brel

1583

Witchcraft was Hung, in History,
But History and I
Find all the Witchcraft that we need
Around us, every Day-


                              la Dickinson

What arms are these for you! | Vanessa Wagner

Changing the guards | Bob Dylan