I have found the paradox, that if you love until it hurts, there can be no more hurt, only more love.
—Mother Teresa
Sweet Senses
Tread softly,
Speak lightly
For I won’t forget your efforts
I never do
You need not speak with tongue
For your actions leave the longest impression
Like a fossil set in stone
I will dig you up and tidy you up
Revealing you again
Oh memories!
How wondrous you stay hidden
Until a hint from one of my senses brings you back to life
How quietly you stir just waiting to be awakened
Until dawn breaks
I will see you once more
Until twilight rolls in
I will hear you twice over
Your silent slumber in my heart
always waiting patiently
With each and every beat
To be found again, to be awoken.
Tread softly,
Speak lightly
For I won’t forget your efforts
I never do
SLC
Number 1 love song of all time.
Sonnet XVII
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way
than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
Pablo Neruda
If you can’t change the circumstances, change your perspective.
—Unknown
We are what we think. All that we are arises with our thoughts. With our thoughts, we make the world. - Buddha
Pickles - “Don’t think yourself stupid.”
Memories - travel by horseback in Cabo.
