October 2011
24 posts
“Each second we live is a new and unique moment of the universe, a moment that...”
– Pablo Picasso (via aurelle)
Macbeth: To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no more. It is a tale Told by an idiot, full of...
I Have Lost My Heart
“When destitution, need, grab hold of you That is the time to dance and sing, For often the world Can turn a beggar into a king.”
/Hafiz Shirazi/
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The Song of the Flute
Listen to the story that the flute does tell. Its plaintive song on separation dwells:
‘Ever since I was cut off from the reed, Men and women, to my sad song pay heed.
A breast riddled with sorrow do I want, So I can deeply of my sad love chant.
He that is cut off from his roots and torn away Will yearn to return to that home someday.
In every gathering have...
