"deeply i go down into myself. my god is dark and like a webbing made of a hundred roots that drink in silence." -rainer maria rilke


"Though I visit him
              In my dreams,
            The sum of all those meetings
            Is less than a single waking glimpse."
-Ono no Kamachi

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"in the slaughterhouse of love, they kill only the best, none of the weak or deformed. don't run away from this dying. whoever's not killed for love is dead meat." - rumi