Tag Archives: in the quiet

there are days…

when nothing special happens…












the raw of quiet moments…


Every inch of me is the softest promise…

sappho’s last song…

[…] My burning
Flesh is yours; with a thousand coils let it be
Bound by you, let it rest in you, down at last
Let it sink, calmed and conquered
By your mighty kiss.

— Vittoria Aganoor Pompili —


Inside this new love, die.
Your way begins on the other side.
Become the sky.
Take an axe to the prison wall.
Walk out like someone suddenly born into color.
Do it now.
You’re covered with thick clouds.
Slide out the side. Die,
and be quiet. Quietness is the surest sign
that you’ve died.
Your old life was a frantic running
from silence.

The speechless full moon
comes out now.

— Rumi —

tired from the work…

tired from the work
abiding joy.
mysterious peace.
riotous rest.


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