Let Me Find Myself in Darkness

An amazing quote that found me today:

"Let me guide myself with the blue,
forked torch of this flower
down the darker and darker stairs,
where blue is darkened on blueness
even where Persephone goes, just now,
from the frosted September
to the sightless realm where darkness is
awake upon the dark ".

-DH Lawrence, Bavarian Gentians (1932)

Isn't it lovely?

Collars I Love

A Sonnet to Fall In Love With

Love Sonnet XVII by Pablo Neruda

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 with 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.

Marvelous

Absolutely amazing. I have no words to add to this:

"I am an excitable person who only understands life lyrically, musically, in whom feelings are much stronger than reason. I am so thirsty for the marvelous that only the marvelous has power over me. Anything I can not transform into something marvelous, I let go. Reality doesn't impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another. No more walls."

- Anais Nin

Slipping Through Doorways

"Not knowing when
the dawn will come
I open every door."

- Emily Dickenson

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Strange things blow in

through my window

on the wings

of the night wind

and I don't worry 

about my destiny.

- Carl Sandburg

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"Poetry is the opening

and closing of a door, 

leaving those who look
through to guess

about what is seen
during the moment.

- Carl Sandburg

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"I cannot sleep for dreaming; 

I cannot dream but I wake 

and walk about the house

as though I'd find you

coming through some door."

- Arthur Miller

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"There was a door

to which I found no key:

There was the veil
through which I might not see."

- Omar Khayyam

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"Listen;

there's a hell of

a good universe

next door: 

let's go."

- e.e. cummings

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There's something enchanted about a door, something fantastic about a window. I see them everywhere, and want to slip through them to whatever lies beyond. I am very much a dreamer and the little girl inside me believes there are portals everywhere. I can be Alice, turning the key in a very small door, or laying her hand against a looking glass, and stealing into Wonderland. I suppose this means that I long to escape, and that might make me seem an unhappy sort.

In reality however, that is far from true.

 

I have a life full of happiness(es) as well as sorrows. I thrive on the intensity of my friendships and relationships; they give me reason to put pen to paper, or to craft something of beauty from glass, wire, ribbon or stones. I can't deny though, that I've always dreamed of cracks in my world, of holes in the shadows where I might sneak through into a place of glowing, winged fairies or french-speaking blackbirds, or worlds built of clockwork and steam.

 

I do long for escape. I've done it for decades -- chasing Alice down the rabbit hole, and into those unexplored spaces between the pages of my favorite books. There is in me, a healthy imagination; and tucked away in one of the pockets of my little girl self is the indisputable belief that I can fly.

 

So if you dream along with me of slipping through doorways, pick one and we'll turn the knob...

Come away with me and we'll fly...