Oh soul,
you worry too much.
You have seen your own strength.
You have seen your own beauty.
You have seen your golden wings.
Of anything less,
why do you worry?
You are in truth
the soul, of the soul, of the soul.”

Being an Irishman
he had an abiding sense of tragedy
which sustained him through temporary periods of joy.
~W.B. Yeats

" Cuando miro de noche en el fondo
oscuro del cielo
las estrellas temblar, como ardientes
pupilas de fuego,
me parece posible a do brillan
subir en un vuelo
y anergarme en su luz, y con ellas
en lumbre ecendido
fundirme en un beso"

(Gustavo Adolfo Bécquer, Rima VIII)

Holy Mother, You are the intense mishmash of Love, Indifference and Mystery that holds the Web of Stars together.

They name you Void. But You are All-that-Is, and in Your orgasm you cum Possibilities.

Holy Mother, You are the lustful Will to expand and transform, the Creative Force that nudges the flower all the way through the green stem to bloom at the end.

They call you Placid. But You will never have rest, You will never have enough.

They call you Paradigm, but You are Paradox.

They call you Crucible, but you are the heat that melts the metal.

They call you Universe, but you are just too many.

And I surrender into You. I am You.

Blessed Be.

(In response to Nuit Uplifted)

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There is joy in the setting-out; there is joy in the journey; there is joy in the goal.

“The minute I heard my first love story I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was. Lovers don't finally meet somewhere. They're in each other all along.”

“I wish I could show you when you are lonely or in darkness the astonishing light of your own being.”

WE FIT TOGETHER SO WELL . . .IT'S LIKE PIECES OF A PUZZLE, THE WAY YOUR HAND FITS THE CURVE OF MY HIP AND THE WAY MY HEAD RESTS ON YOUR SHOULDER, THE WAY OUR HANDS JUST MELT INTO ONE AND I FEEL COMPLETE WHEN I'M WITH YOU . . .LIKE THE PICTURE'S FINALLY COMPLETED AND I'LL NEVER HAVE TO WONDER WHAT I'M MISSING.
~ANAIS NIN

DEVELOP INTEREST IN LIFE AS YOU SEE IT; IN PEOPLE, IN THINGS, LITERATURE, MUSIC -- THE WORLD IS SO RICH, SIMPLY THROBBING WITH RICH TREASURES, BEAUTIFUL SOULS AND INTERESTING PEOPLE. FORGET YOURSELF.
~HENRY MILLER

TIME SPENT LAUGHING IS TIME SPENT WITH THE GODS.

What is to give light must endure burning.
~ Viktor Frankl