Monday, October 31, 2005

...that which cannot be said...

'Love lit a fire in my chest, and anything
that wasn't love left: intellectual
subtlety, philosophy
books, school.

All I want now
to do or hear
is poetry.'


'Love is that that never sleeps,
nor even rests, nor stays
for long with those that do.

Love is language
that cannot be said,
or heard.'

Rumi

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