This is what she does and this is what she is

Her eyes that look at me through a rainy hair

Two round holes where the air buckles and rushes in

Her body, moon blue, was a jellyfish

And I’m breathing deep and I’m there and I’m also not there

And spurting ink over the sheets but she remains, completely unexplained

Or maybe I’m just too tongue-tied to drink it up and swallow back the pain …

– Nick Cave and the bad seeds – Rings of Saturn

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=ugvL86i9Y-4

She had more of me then I had of myself. We were both wild birds chasing the stars. We’d lose our way and find new places, close our eyes and fall back towards a constellation of dreams. We wrapped ourselves in a blanket of passion and each night we fell deeper without control, into this strange space called love.

– Robert M. Drake –

Ph : Laura Makabresku

Sometimes I wake up and lie still enough to hear a petal drop from the vase of flowers. Sometimes I lie awake and wish there was someone to hear my falling.

– Simon Van Booy – The Illusion of Separateness

Exercises are like prose, whereas yoga is the poetry of movements. Once you understand the grammar of yoga; you can write your poetry of movements.

– Amit Ray – Yoga and Vipassana: An Integrated Life Style

Love is like a tree: it grows by itself, roots itself deeply in our being and continues to flourish over a heart in ruin. The inexplicable fact is that the blinder it is, the more tenacious it is. It is never stronger than when it is completely unreasonable.

– Victor Hugo – The Hunchback of Notre-Dame