“what is it about her?” they ask him.
“she strengthens my soul and softens my heart.” he says.
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“what is it about her?” they ask him.
“she strengthens my soul and softens my heart.” he says.
hello to my old account 🥹
He who would learn to fly one day must first learn to stand and walk and run and climb and dance; one cannot fly into flying.
-- Friedrich Nietzsche
(Ascona, Switzerland)
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Ellen Bass, “The Thing Is”, Poetry of Presence: An Anthology of Mindfulness Poems
To those who have looked to the stars and wondered.
RANDAL M. DUTRA
Newell Convers Wyeth
"The heart is like a bird: as long as it is free, it can soar toward the heavens. But when it becomes captive to a worldly passion ('ishq), it is like a bird whose wings are clipped, trapped in the cage of its own longing. It beats its breast against the bars, thinking it is seeking life, when it is actually forgetting how to fly."
|Rawdat al-Muhibbin|