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Erotica, Poetry, Art BDSM Sensuality 18+ also check out my new blog @sanctuarymore A story of a strophic kind, with no beginning and no end, images, words and silences flowing together in a tapestry of repeated themes and motifs, like in musical or visual folk ornaments, interconnected, never ending, a timeless river... Stroll down & meditate on it. It’s about love•

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[julesofnature]

Hope has holes in its pockets. It leaves little crumb trails so that we, when anxious, can follow it. Hope's secret: it doesn't know the destination it knows only that all roads begin with one foot in front of the other.

~ Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer

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[strangecycleenemy]

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Aux Couleurs Du Moyen Age - La Rosa Enflorece

[twofigs]

“when teresa of avila was asked what she did in prayer, she replied, ‘i just allow myself to be loved.’” – anthony de mello

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“What can I do, except continue to demonstrate love? Revision is a practice of faith Revision is a practice of my love against time”

— Wendy Xu, from “Pledge,” The Past: Poems (Wesleyan University Press, 2021)

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وعندما تحزني ، أرقصي ..

When you grieve, dance

La danse de Zorba

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[lromanus]

There is at the back of all our lives an abyss of light, more blinding and unfathomable than any abyss of darkness; and it is the abyss of actuality, of existence, of the fact that things truly are, and that we ourselves are incredibly and sometimes almost incredulously real.

It is the fundamental fact of being, as against not being; it is unthinkable, yet we cannot unthink it, though we may sometimes be unthinking about it; unthinking and especially unthanking. For he who has realized this reality knows that it does outweigh, literally to infinity, all lesser regrets or arguments for negation, and that under all our grumblings there is a subconscious substance of gratitude.

I would maintain that thanks are the highest form of thought; and that gratitude is happiness doubled by wonder.

—G. K. Chesterton

love is a place

[astrolocherry]

I: And the crown? Solve the riddle of the crown for me!" Soul Bird: "The crown and serpent are opposites, and are one. Did you not see the serpent that crowned the head of the crucified?" I: "What, I don't understand you." Soul Bird: "What words did the crown bring you? "Love never ends" - that is the mystery of the crown and the serpent."

~Carl Jung; Red Book.

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tony hoagland, faulkner

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gabriellapapadakis: Dance? Did you say dance?

Zorba the Greek, 1964

(27.12.2019)

[soracities]

“we dance to keep from falling.”

— Ilya Kaminsky, from ‘In Praise of Laughter’, Dancing in Odessa

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“This torture and this rapture will endure.”

— Edna St. Vincent Millay, from Collected Poems; “Tristan,” 

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Dorian Feraud

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“To make a new world you start with an old one, certainly. To find a world, maybe you have to have lost one. Maybe you have to be lost. The dance of renewal, the dance that made the world, was always danced here at the edge of things, on the brink, on the foggy coast.”

— Ursula K. Le Guin, Dancing at the Edge of the World: Thoughts on Words, Women, Places