February 2012
You who demolish me, you whom I love,
be near me. Remain near me when evening,...
– Faiz Ahmed Faiz
Making love with you
Is like drinking sea water.
The more I drink
The...
– Kenneth Rexroth
I shall be the fruit which will leave eternal vitality behind even after its...
– Egon Schiele (via ninefoldgoddess)
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The bloodthirsty spring
has awakened in the woods.
The foxes start from their...
– Pablo Neruda
Make my body
a pomander for worms
and my soul
the fragrance of cloves.
– Leonard Cohen, The Spice-Box of Earth
The Lotus opens. Movement from earth, through water, from fire to air. Out and...
– R.D. Laing
Dance first. Think later. It’s the natural order.
– Samuel Beckett
In our bodies, in this moment, there live the seed impulses of the change and...
– Pat Ogden
Our fulfillment is not in our isolated human grandeur, but in our intimacy with...
– Thomas Berry
Because all are created from the body of the Infinite, all are by nature...
– Almine
Here in this body are the sacred rivers: here are the sun and moon as well as...
– Saraha
Beneath my hands
your small breasts
are the upturned bellies
of breathing...
– Leonard Cohen, The Spice-Box of Earth
Love is what carries you, for it is always there, even in the dark, or most in...
– Wendell Berry
If we were all to sit in a circle and confess our sins, we would laugh at each...
– Kahlil Gibran
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How infinitely superior to our physical senses are those of the mind! The...
– John Muir
I penetrate the sex of
the whole earth, her heat
chars me and my entire body...
– excerpt from Frida Kahlo’s Diary
On no subject are our ideas more warped and pitiable than on death…Let...
– John Muir
As the Swiss inscription says: Sprechen ist silbern, Schweigen ist golden,-...
– Thomas Carlyle, Sartor Resartus
There came to that room wild streams of violet midnight glittering with dust of...
– H.P. Lovecraft
Within each of us there is a silence – a silence as vast as the universe. We are...
– Gunilla Norris
I want to give you the first daffodil opening from the earth I have sown
To...
– Chrystos
It was the thirst of many years re-
strained in our body. Chained
words which...
– passage from Frida Kahlo’s diary