What is human life? Whether is endures for a brief spell or longer, even if it could last a thousand years - take it as a breath of air merging into eternity. From the beginning, life bears death’s signatures. They are brothers in the secret play of their eyes. For how long then do you want to deceive yourself? For how long will you refuse to see yourself as you are and as you will be? Each grain of sand takes its own length and breadth as the measure of the world. Yet, beside a mountain range it is as nothing. You yourself are the grain of sand. You are your own prisoner. Break your cage. Break free from yourself. Free from humanity. Learn that what you thought was real is no so in reality. Follow Nizami: burn but your own treasure, like a candle; then the world, your sovereign, will become your slave. - Nizami
(Source: danieldaylewiswithamoustache, via middleeasternpoetry)
Dance, when you’re broken open. Dance, if you’ve torn the bandage off. Dance in the middle of the fighting. Dance in your blood. Dance when you’re perfectly free.
“Wherever they might be they always remember that the past was a lie, that memory has no return, that every spring gone by could never be recovered, and that the wildest and most tenacious love was an ephemeral truth in the end.”
—One Hundred Years of Solitude, Gabriel Garcia Marquez
"But don’t say a word,
don’t tell a soul, they wouldn’t
understand, they couldn’t, never
in a million years, how fine,
how magnificent we were"
— Hayden Carruth, from “Scrambled Eggs and Whiskey” in Scrambled Eggs and Whiskey: Poems 1991-1995 (Copper Canyon Press, 1996)
(Source: literarymiscellany, via apoetreflects)
Has God promised you things?
La passion de Jeanne d’Arc, Carl Theodor Dreyer, 1928
"I’m a dying flower, but I want to be in bloom just one more time, just like before."
— Akuro no Oka - Dir en grey (via weaverofstars)
(Source: arsenicattitude, via an-itinerant-poet)