April 2012
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don't bend...
‘Don’t bend; don’t water it down; don’t try to make it logical; don’t edit your own soul according to the fashion. Rather, follow your most intense obsessions mercilessly.’
Franz Kafka
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WatchÉdith Piaf - La vie en rose
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too much honor...
‘We will gradually become indifferent to what goes on in the minds of other people when we acquire a knowledge of the superficial nature of their thoughts, the narrowness of their views and of the number of their errors. Whoever attaches a lot of value to the opinions of others pays them too much honor.’
Arthur Schopenhauer, The Philosophy of Schopenhauer
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tie your heart at night to mine
Tie your heart at night to mine, love, and both will defeat the darkness like twin drums beating in the forest against the heavy wall of wet leaves. Night crossing: black coal of dream that cuts the thread of earthly orbs with the punctuality of a headlong train that pulls cold stone and shadow endlessly.[[MORE]] Love, because of it, tie me to a purer movement, to the grip on life that beats in...
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“To think new thoughts you have to break the bones in your head.”
– Jean-Paul Sartre
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love adorns itself...
Love adorns itself; it seeks to prove inward joy by outward beauty. Love does not claim possession, but gives freedom. Love is an endless mystery, for it has nothing else to explain it. Love’s gift cannot be given, it waits to be accepted.
Rabindranath Tagore
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remind me not, remind me not
Remind me not, remind me not, Of those beloved, those vanish’d hours, When all my soul was given to thee; Hours that may never be forgot, Till Time unnerves our vital powers, And thou and I shall cease to be. Can I forget—-canst thou forget, When playing with thy golden hair, How quick thy fluttering heart did move? Oh! by my soul, I see thee yet, With eyes so languid, breast so fair,...
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Watch‘Be secret and discreet; the fairy favours are lost when not concealed’ Joseph Rodman Drake
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“We dance round in a ring and suppose,
But the Secret sits in the middle and...”
– Robert Frost
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Do you see?...
What is going to happen to all of us when we grow to be men and women? Have you ever asked yourselves what you are going to do when you grow up? In all likelihood you will get married, and before you know where you are you will be mothers and fathers; and you will then be tied to a job, or to the kitchen, in which you will gradually wither away. Is that all that your life is going to be? Have...
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the beauty of the heart
The beauty of the heart is the lasting beauty: its lips give to drink of the water of life. Truly it is the water, that which pours, and the one who drinks. All three become one when your talisman is shattered. That oneness you can’t know by reasoning.
Rumi
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Two
What a solid soul you are You’ve hitched together words - perfect, That forms a brilliant caravan And rides into my heart. As I lounge here in the shade Spoiled with pampered ego, Not wanting beyond the treasures That your mind to me imparts. It’s time to close your eyes now And bathe with me in arias, Songs of Love and adoration That I’ve stored away for you.[[MORE]] Look at us bending light now...
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WatchRyuichi Sakamoto - Koko
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the subject tonight is love
Know The true nature of your Beloved. In His loving eyes your every thought, Word and movement is always- Always Beautiful.
Hafiz
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when I opened my eyes...
When I opened my eyes I saw nothing but the pool of nocturnal sky, for I was lying on my back with out-stretched arms, face to face with that hatchery of stars. Only half awake, still unaware that those depths were sky, having no roof between those depths and me, no branches to screen them, no root to cling to, I was seized with vertigo and felt myself as if flung forth and plunging downward like...
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wounds of love
This light, this flame that devours, this grey country that surrounds me, this pain from a sole idea, this anguish of the sky, earth and hour, this lament of blood that now adorns a lyre with no pulse, lubricious torch, this weight of sea that breaks on me, this scorpion that lives inside my breast,[[MORE]] are a garland of love, bed of the wounded, where dreamlessly, I dream of your presence...
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