3 Quotes by Marie Ponsot

I stand above the tree level I am a tree I catch wind storm breaths My branches claw I drink sky It stretches me I don’t care I catch jokes and luck from tall thin blue air.

Burn, or speak your mind. For the oak to untruss its passion it must explode as fire or leaves.

As the music stops you’ll miss its lilt. Keep dancing, keep listening. Speak up. Ask for more music, more. In case you don’t know, what you want is magnificent, yours for the asking, the rhythm of magnanimous exchange.