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© Andrey Godyaykin
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Most people wait for something outside of them to change how they feel inside.
— Joe Dispenza
Old Gate…
Tanya Luca
The poet saw his inner space in the space outside. Transit from inner to outer—an outside which is interiority itself, the nucleus of reality. Atrocious, unspeakable spectacle.
Octavio Paz, “Henri Michaux,” from On Poets and Others
Mysterious woods
Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley, from her novel titled "The Last Man," published in 1826
Beckoning
Most experiences are unsayable; they become real to us in a space no word has entered.
Rainer Maria Rilke, from Letters to a Young Poet (tr. Anita Barrows and Joanna Macy)
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Essentials · Vienna 2025
"Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves. . . . Live the questions now. Perhaps you will gradually, without noticing it, live along some distant day into the answer."
—Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet
Anne Truitt, from a diary entry featured in Turn: The Journal of an Artist originally published in 1982
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“We did not come to remain whole. We came to lose our leaves like the trees,”
— Robert Bly, from “A Home In Dark Grass,” Eating the Honey of Words (HarperCollins, 1999)
Lighthearted
Oil on panel
Miho Ichise
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