http://www.robertmontgomery.org/ -visual art pieces

• Once you have seen the morning light as magic once you will always see the morning light as magic.
• A smile folded inside and just put in your pocket when you know you've got it. Just to light a little fire you can keep when you know you have been your best possible in the universe for about 1 or 3 days when you know you've been kindest possible and full of grace to everyone you've met + listened to them/ A smile folded inside of you cos you know paradise is made up of no other matter than that, than 3 days of kindness to each other strung together <when it clicks> + when we get a thousand of them all together/ When we get on a roll.
• The fields must have dreamed the roads from the wind in their grass/ From the shivers of sky in their grass that whisper the ideas of freedom to them.
• ...above the water towers there is not silence only when the light is golden enough to make the buildings read as landscape/ every morning some of the things you have loved will always be behind you.
• One day after the passing of all our egos we might come home and become again like the movement of the leaves moving all together with one clear singing voice as the wind hits the trees but it will be a long time from now.
• It's you with your hands upside down letting all your love fall into the rain on the street that I want to take with me// Then that I don't want to take with me but I just want to keep in the reflections of the traffic lights in the rain on the window. It's the idea of all the bronze statues of the city gathered up and put in a small felt bag in my pocket in the taxi, and the idea of you as the reflection of the magic lights and the trees as sentinels of something, trying to stand there still between the buildings when the city goes to sleep. It's the trees standing there, trying not to give the game away, breathing, like horses,all night.
• Rather the dew on the window of the castle than the castle itself rather the flight of the bird rather burned than captured.
• The city is wilder than you think and kinder than you think it is a valley and you are a horse in it. It is a house and you are a child in it safe and warm here in the fire of each other.