"You are always my concern, I ponder a great deal on it and speak to you and take your strange, dark head between my hands and want to push the stones off your chest...”
- Ingeborg Bachmann to Paul Celan 🖤
Let your language be for you what the body is for lovers. It alone separates beings and unite them.
- Motto of literary magazine founded by Schiller and Goethe
"The meaning of life... clearly has to do with love — what and whom and how one can love."
Oliver Sacks on despair and the meaning of life: https://t.co/oVOdnJnhNJ
I am almost asleep in it. You, over there, constabular trees. Your
hand on my wastedness. Your hand on my stem.
- Elizabeth Willis, “In Flowers Concealed”
"We can change, evolve, and transform our own conditioning. We can choose to move like water rather than be molded like clay."
This: https://t.co/8J9XUxHKC1
Pedunculate oaks are famous for living hundreds of years developing massive, gnarled trunks and wide, spreading canopies. When you gaze upward, the interwoven branches create a soaring cathedral of light