“You have not grown old, and it is not too late
To dive into your increasing depths
where life calmly gives out its own secret.”
Flowers
People deal too much with the negative, with what is wrong.
Why not try and see positive things, to just touch those things and make them bloom?
— Thich Nhat Hanh
On the day when the lotus bloomed, alas, my mind was straying,
and I knew it not. My basket was empty and the flower remained unheeded.
Only now and again a sadness fell upon me, and I started up from my
dream and felt a sweet trace of a strange fragrance in the south wind.
That vague sweetness made my heart ache with longing and it seemed to
me that is was the eager breath of the summer seeking for its completion.
I knew not then that it was so near, that it was mine, and that this
perfect sweetness had blossomed in the depth of my own heart.
Love, whether newly born, or aroused from a deathlike slumber,
must always create sunshine, filling the heart so full of radiance,
that it overflows upon the outward world. — Nathaniel Hawthorne
“Love is the dancing cry of the soul, calling the body to worship
Like a shining whirlpool, or a spinning mayfly
So is love among the skies.
I leap across the mountaintops, madly singing the song of all songs
I float through the ether, intoxicated, thrilled
I think only of your love, your calling to me
And I dance the thousand dances of love, all returning to you.”
Jalāl ad-Dīn Muhammad Rūmī
” As my words turn to silence,
Your sweetness surrounds me. ”
– Hakim Sanai, The Walled Garden of Truth
“There’s nothing deeper than love. In fairy tales, the princesses kiss the frogs, and the frogs become princes. In real life, the princesses kiss princes, and the princes turn into frogs.”
— Paulo Coelho, By the River Piedra I Sat Down and Wept
“…have you ever thought you knew someone–I mean really knew someone–
then realized that the person you thought you knew only existed in your overextended mind…”
― Stephanie Verni, Beneath the Mimosa Tree
Of Roses
And the rose like a nymph to the bath addrest,
Which unveiled the depth of her glowing breast,
Till, fold after fold, to the fainting air,
The soul of her beauty and love lay bare.
Maverick Mist 