"at night, i open the window and ask the moon to come and press its face against mine. breathe into me. close the language-door and open the love-window. the moon won't use the door, only the window." -rumi
"DEATH IS THE VEIL WHICH THOSE WHO LIVE CALL LIFE; THEY SLEEP, AND IT IS LIFTED." -SHELLEY
"i have begun to listen to the teachings my blood whispers to me." -hesse

Monday, January 5, 2009

we are all the same.

"Listen to the reeds as they sway apart;Hear them speak of lost friends.At birth, you were cut from your bed,Crying and grasping in separation.Everyone listens, knowing your song.You yearn for others who know your name, And the words to your lament.We are all the same, all the same, Longing to find our way back;Back to the one, back to the only one."

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