It will not last the night;
But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends—
It gives a lovely light! Edna St. Vincent Millay, A Few Figs from Thistles (via observando)
Because of you, in gardens of blossoming
Flowers I ache from the perfumes of spring.
I have forgotten your face, I no longer
Remember your hands; how did your lips
Feel on mine?
Because of you, I love the white statues
Drowsing in the parks, the white statues that
Have neither voice nor sight.
I have forgotten your voice, your happy voice;
I have forgotten your eyes.
Like a flower to its perfume, I am bound to
My vague memory of you. I live with pain
That is like a wound; if you touch me, you will
Make to me an irreperable harm.
Your caresses enfold me, like climbing
Vines on melancholy walls.
I have forgotten your love, yet I seem to
Glimpse you in every window.
Because of you, the heady perfumes of
Summer pain me; because of you, I again
Seek out the signs that precipitate desires:
Shooting stars, falling objects.
To heal my heart and drown my woe
Rain may fall, and wind may blow
And many miles be still to go
But under a tall tree will I lie
And let the clouds go sailing by. J.R.R. Tolkien (via observando)
She says, “To people who are good, I am good.
And to people who are not good? I am good to them, too.”
This is true goodness.
“People who are trustworthy, I trust.
And people who are not trustworthy, I also trust.”
This is real trust.
The Sage who leads harmoniously considers the mind
of her people as well as her own.
They look to her anxiously.
They are like her own children. Tao Te Ching: Chapter 49
trans. by John R. Mabry (1994)