“Sometimes you need to do more than burn the bridge to stop yourself from crossing it again.”

You cannot keep the view by taking the window with you.

“Must the moon

be full in order to be loved?

And what of the heart?”

Pavana पवन 

(via a-quiet-life)

"What is important is to keep our mind high in the world of true understanding, and returning to the world of our daily experience to seek therein the truth of beauty. No matter what we may be doing at a given moment, we must not forget that it has a bearing upon our everlasting self which is poetry."

 - Matsuo Bashō

You cannot stay on the summit forever; you have to come down again. So why bother in the first place? Just this: What is above knows what is below, but what is below does not know what is above. One climbs, one sees. One descends, one sees no longer, but one has seen. There is an art of conducting oneself in the lower regions by the memory of what one saw higher up. When one can no longer see, one does still know.

— René Daumal

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“I want to love 

One woman for
The longest that any man
Has ever loved one woman


But I will fail hopelessly
[…] 

So I want to be
The man who fails
Most frequently
And most beautifully


At everything
I do”

Matthew Lippman, from “The Man Who Fails Most Frequently and Beautifully,”

I have to tell you what I've learned, that I know now

what happens to the dreamers.

They don't feel it when they change. One day

they wake, they dress, they are old.

 - Louise Glück

 

“If I were fire, I would burn; if I were a woodcutter, I would strike. But I am a heart, and I love.” 

― Nikos Kazantzakis, The Last Temptation of Christ

Good Bye 2016.  Never forget.  Dream on.

For broken dreams, the cure is, dream again and deeper. 

C.S. Lewis // Dymer, Canto 6.24 

Be careful who you make memories with. Those things can last a lifetime. 

Ugo Eze 

By Your Side

 

it is a serious thing

just to be alive
    on this fresh morning
                                      in this broken world.
 Mary Oliver, from “Invitation,” Red Bird: Poems

When I die, I will see the lining of the world.

The other side, beyond bird, mountain, sunset.

The true meaning, ready to be decoded.

What never added up will add Up, 

What was incomprehensible will be comprehended.

 - And if there is no lining to the world? 

If a thrush on a branch is not a sign, 

But just a thrush on the branch? If night and day

Make no sense following each other? 

And on this earth there is nothing except this earth? 

 - Even if that is so, there will remain

A word wakened by lips that perish, 

A tireless messenger who runs and runs

Through interstellar fields, through the revolving galaxies,

And calls out, protests, screams. 

 - Czesław Miłosz