Monday, February 22, 2010

love is anterior to life,
posterior to death,
initial of creation, and
the exponent of breath.

~ XXXVII, emily dickinson

only he knows the bitterness of love
who has deeply felt its pangs.
when you are in toruble
no one comes near you:
when fortune smiles,
all come to share the joy.
love shows no external wound,
but the pain pervades every pore...
~ 192, mirabai

Long as the day in the summer time
Deep as the wine dark sea
I'll keep your heart with mine.
Till you come to me...
...And in the night when our dreams are still
Or when the wind calls free
I'll keep your heart with mine
Till you come to me.
~ penelopes song, loreena mckennitt