January 2010
70 posts
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You’re still young. Someone curled an arm around you as you slept, and upon awaking gently touched your face. The first sound you heard
today was a bird, a note of origin, before traffic. It’s been years since you thought the morning kind. Someone curled an arm around you
as you slept, and in the afternoon reached a hand toward you that you held simply. A note of origin, before...
vulnerability and humility is when, for just one moment. we cease to look at ourselves and find more interest in somebody else.
the space where silence converses with the wind.
- Octavio Paz
the broken waterjar
The inward look unfolds and a world of vertigo and flame is born
in the dreamer’s brow:
blue suns, green whirlwinds, birdbeaks of light pecking open
the pomegranate stars,
and the solitary sunflower, a gold eye revolving at the center of a burnt slope,
and forests of ringing crystal, forests of echoes and answers and
waves, a dialogue of transparencies,
and the wind, and the gallop of...
the child sees everything in a state of newness; he is always drunk.
- Baudelaire
Jesus replied, “The kingdom of God does not come with your careful observation, nor will people say ‘Here it is,’ or ‘There it is’, because the kingdom of of God is within you.”
Luke 17:20-21
你一直問我的心到底在不在
問我怎能不遺憾就丟失了愛
而我的淚，怎麼就流下來。
the rhythms and the sounds
beat against bars of ivory
and they sustain me.
i live thus.
the rhythms and the sounds
beat against the bars of ivory
and they sustain me.
i live thus.
