Love is enough: though the World be a-waning,
And the woods have no voice but the voice of complaining,
Though the sky be too dark for dim eyes to discover
The gold-cups and daisies fair blooming thereunder,
Though the hills be held shadows, and the sea a dark wonder
And this day draw a veil over all deeds pass’d over,
Yet their hands shall not tremble, their feet shall not falter;
The void shall not weary, the fear shall not alter
These lips and these eyes of the loved and the lover. William Morris
William Morris wrote it, and we believe it. In a world that often asks men to armor up, the HaPenis Project invites them to strip down—to honesty, softness, connection. Love is enough to hold us, to heal us, to let us be seen exactly as we are. Through art, intimacy, and radical self-acceptance, we echo Morris’s truth: not perfection, not performance—just love. And that is more than enough.
William Morris was a sensualist. Very evident in his body of design work.
I bet he was a good fuck outdoors under a canopy of trees with soft moss underfoot
Amen