Sunday, March 30, 2008

"To feel today was what one felt yesterday isn't to feel - it's to remember today what was felt yesterday, to be today's living corpse of what yesterday was lived and lost." - Fernando Pessoa (Portuguese poet)

This is love: to fly upward
toward the endless heavens.
To rend a hundred veils at every moment.
- excerpt from Speak the language of birds, poet Rumi.

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