There is a secret in every object of one's attention,at any given time, always.You know you've tasted it vibrating in youwhen there was no option but to take it in completely;because you were so undoubtedly grounded in the present moment.You inevitably, almost inadvertently, sucked all its juice,and instinctively knew it had a name that couldn't … Continue reading Heart’s eye
Standing before the mountains, I am tempted to make a speech on the sublimity of this landscape; in an attempt to suck its juice, to conquer such moment with words and reason.But no, I won't say a word.I will only count the peaks and figure out the colours; take a good deep breath and fill … Continue reading A speech on the profanity of speech when in the presence of…
Pour quoi ? Parce que je préfère les orages, parce que, peut être, je jouis des jours sombres. Parce que si tu me dis "réveille-toi, c'est le matin", mais il fait encore noir dehors, je me sens déesse du temps, en sortant du songe avant le soleil pour prendre le monde.
The two of us signed a contract,we folded it into a paper plane,threw it in the air of the day.You wouldn't believe where it landed.A field of flowers.
Such beautiful words! What a perfect arrangement of concepts. Fed me for a week, yes. I felt nourished by such beautiful words; tangible, edible things of beauty. I ate the heart of a man.
A moment, please. Let me see. Let me dream. Let me breathe...A moment occurs andthe whole existence occurs along with it;it transforms, it becomes visibleand the soul, the soul expandsand all matter seems so little. And yet, so beautiful.
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