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Beauty

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Obstinate are the trammels, but my heart aches when I try to break them. More »

The Voiceless

We count the broken lyres that rest
Where the sweet wailing singers slumber,
But o’er their silent sister’s breast
The wild-flowers who will stoop to number? More »

Still standing

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Illusion of reality

Reason is the illusion of reality.

Hazrat Inayat Khan

Middlesex

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The god of small things

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Love after love

The time will come
when, with elation
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror
and each will smile at the other’s welcome,

and say, More »

Infinity

To see a world in a grain of sand,
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Sumo

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