Guidelines

  How can love be mortal when it is timelessness itself? True lovers live forever and survive their deaths with eloquence and only get the better of it, love being such a medicine that kills mortality. There is but one confusion, then, in love, and that is to believe you are confused when actually the labyrinth of love can only […]

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An Early Encyclopedia of the World

  A chapter. Flora and Fauna. Read at one hundred and forty-four months. First Year Francophile phase. L’ete evenings embracing bouquets. Grazing. High hillsides. La vierge, verte, vallées.     As for the animals of that particular region. Those love lorn, like-minded, legions. Roman fertility goddesses, in early August dresses. As fitful as they were fruitful. As fruitful as they were […]

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The brutality of reality

No comfort, I am afraid, while penetrating reality at least might secure some detachment from its worst aspects…     Going down the field of roses, all I find is tears of bleeding hearts of thorns, that have got stuck therein, and wounds of hearts will never heal but eventually fade out in languishment, since it is only human to […]

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Exhaustion

  Overworked and overwrought, I miss those days when energy was infinite, when we could love outrageously without an end, when work was but a game that always would succeed, when childhood never left us, and the strength of youth seemed everlasting. Pains and aches have overtaken us, and losses have reduced our morals to recurrent desperation and dejection, wishing […]

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On a platform. The End of Something.

Just a bystander, an eye-witness,  a non-participant passer by. Waiting. Watching. Wondering. Lost love’s last minutes. We. Three. A triangulation in a station. Station to stationary. Parallel line paralysis. A dreary juncture, cross-country junction. Years together, on-course. Now the busy, deserted, drabness, melt-water, winter concourse. Just a bystander, an innocent  on-looker. Passing by.           .     […]

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The Cruelty of Closed Doors

a thought To close a door to anyone who seeks you, to refuse communication, to let down and leave to perish, like in certain countries, where the only help allowed is local national, which does not work, is out of nature and inhuman in a silent cruelty which actually is worse than open cruelty, like burying someone alive instead of […]

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The ultimate perfection

  That divinest ecstasy of the extreme release into the blinding light of joy transcending all mortality that lovers feel in moments of supremest truth and in the ultimate perfection sought by Yoga, and which also epileptics feel and see before they cross beyond all consciousness and which is maybe best defined as the relinquishment of self merging with the […]

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