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Colors shone with exceptional clarity in the rain. The ground was a deep black, the pine branches a brilliant green, the people wrapped in yellow looking like special spirits that were allowed to wander over the earth on rainy mornings only.

– Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

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The Soul Revisiting the Body

The Papyrus of Ani, 1400 B.C. Why do you return? What could they mean to you now— this flesh, these openings, these candles burning at each end of my body as if warmth and light could reach me? What is it you desire? What lack is there in Heaven? I always thought it would be terrible to be beyond change. Now we are both beyond change; there is nothing I can give you. You have returned to me in the form of a bird; your wings are large, they would enclose me. How tremulous and soft you are, your slow, feathery turnings of love, of desire. My arms are rigid at my sides. There is so much I do not want to remember. You remember everything, and cannot rest. Each transgression. Each lily slowly opening. How so many times you watched me move from innocence to bitterness, from bitterness to rage, and then forgiveness. It's strange how I had to forgive the earth for not loving me, each rock and tree, knowing all the while I did not matter, that the inanimate is beautiful because it cannot feel. Now I am inanimate. Your longing a flame that cannot wound me. Your wings embrace an emptiness like air.

Laurie Sheck (b. 1953) Poetry, September 1984

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“Death is only looking inward. Death is our ancient mother, our first mother.”

— Juan Ramón Jiménez, tr by Robert Bly, from “Death Is Looking Inward,”

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Kvinnen og bjørnen (The Woman and the Bear), Edvard Munch, 1908-09

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Charles VAN DEN EYCKEN

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Allegory of Tragedy, 1897 by Gustav Klimt (Austrian, 1862--1918)

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I think the purest form of love is just wanting someone to notice life with you. "taste this. look at that. hear this song." again and again. until you can't imagine noticing life without them.