February 2012
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What Remains
by Ellery Akers
Years ago, one night when I was sad, I asked for a sign; I’ve forgotten why. All I remember now is that two deer stepped onto the beach below; their hooves clinked when they crossed the shale, and when they walked up the beach, their hoof prints filled with seawater. Each pool held a moon. I sat on that rock trying to understand what it meant. The stink of kelp floated...
GLORY , PRIDE , GARLANDS (3)
Garlands
Around my soul,
Leaves scorched by...
– Raquel Angel Nagler (via yama-bato)
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Dream: the throat of my double sigh:
The one that...
– Raquel Angel Nagler (via yama-bato)
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You can’t eat language but it eases thirst.
– Bernard Malamud
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Light rare, untellable, lighting the very light … .
– Walt WhitmanÂ
Stars, hide your fires;
Let not light see my black and deep desires.
– Shakespeare, Macbeth, I, iv (via proustitute)
Whilst we think, our brain changes, and, like the aurora borealis, its whole...
– William James (via heartmindspirit)
I leaned against reality and it gave.
– Jane Roberts (via whimsicalele)
Between every two pines is a doorway to a new world.
– John Muir (via journalofanobody)
You sit on a full-moon lotus-cushion of white light
In the hundred-petalled...
– Patrul Rinpoche (via fernsandmoss)
Creative ideas, in my opinion, show their value in that, like keys, they help to...
– M.L. von Franz Conclusion: Man and His Symbols, by C.G. JungÂ
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Nostalgia
myelegia:
In between every shadow, You lay like the sun, at rest You seep into every memory, every photograph finds you Reflected within it, even when you were never there.
And all the dreams I have Are open invitations, My mind, a stage without actors Set To draw you in
Do you remember the gesture? Do you remember the words? Perhaps you never said them, But if you speak now, It...
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The dreamer dreams, and the dreamer within the dream dreams.
– Jane Roberts (via nirvikalpa)
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V. Knowledge from insight or perception
This type is highly enigmatic. In the...
– Walter Benjamin, from a manuscript page for Types of Knowledge (via sonofapritch)
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his words are bouncing off her skin like raindrops in a summer storm, dripping...
– Ashley Moi (via beryl-azure)