We look at the world once, In childhood. The rest is memory. ~ Louise Glück

A birdsong can even, For a moment, Make the whole world Into a sky within us, Because we feel that the bird Does not distinguish Between...

And we: spectators, Always, everywhere, Looking at everything, And never from! Who’s turned us round Like this, So that whatever we do,...

Don’t search for the answers, Which could not be given to you now, Because you would not be able to live them. And the point is to live...

The shadow-past is shaped By everything that never happened. Invisible, it melts the present Like rain through karst. A biography of...

They will gaze up and strain To find the blue dot in their skies. They will love it no less For its obscurity and fragility. They will...

And I know that this life Is the only real form of happiness, But sometimes in its midst I can hear the dense, stifled sob Of the unreal...

If you keep still and do not speak, You might hear your whole life fill the world; Until the wind is the only word. ~Tishani Doshi

This wind, It was not the ending. There are no endings, And never will be endings, To the turning of the Wheel of Time. — Robert Jordan...

An empty void is better than no void at all.