"The world breaks every one and afterward many are strong at the broken places. But those that will not break it kills. It kills the very good and the very gentle and the very brave impartially. If you are none of these you can be sure it will kill you too but there will be no special hurry."
~ Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell To Arms



"Our lives disconnect and reconnect, we move on, and later we may touch one another, again bounce away. This is the felt shape of a human life, neither simply linear nor wholly disjunctive nor endlessly bifurcating, but rather this bouncey sequence of bumping into's and tumblings apart."
~ Salman Rushdie, The Ground Beneath Her Feet



Saturday, April 28, 2012

My Muse...


My muse
 If I spoke three words

Would you reply?





My muse
You teach me love
A journey of liberation


An education of life’s secrets


Trembling sensations of shared words
Twisted bodies of excited minds
Soft companionship of exquisite friendship
Brilliant eyes of tender heart
My muse





Come to me
Meet me
At our place
Of consolation and fire
My muse
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