All are lunatics, but he who can analyze his delusions is called a Philosopher. Ambrose Bierce.Any fool can make things bigger, more complex, and more violent. It takes a genius, courage to move in the opposite direction -Einstein.
Let's enter naked into wisdom... "To love someone means to surrender ourselves to the pessimistic, as well as the positive. To recognize grief, sorrow, and disappointment, as the root of passion. One must be prepared to embrace the scale of uncertainty without disillusionment, challenging contentment in acceptance, which brings forth innate perpetual change. Thus producing an effect of animate expression and fulfilling isolation in an amalgamation of consciousness, establishing harmony that was never thought possible." LeebytheseaSomewhere I have never traveled, gladly beyond any experience,your eyes have their silence: in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me, or which I cannot touch because they are too nearyour slightest look easily will enclose me though I have closed myself as fingers, you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens (touching skilfully,mysteriously) her first roseor if your wish be to close me, I and my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly, as when the heart of this flower imagines the snow carefully everywhere descending;nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals the power of your intense fragility: whose texture compels me with the color of its countries, rendering death and forever with each breathingI do not know what it is about you that closes and opens; only something in me understands the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands....... By: E.E. Cummings
.. I am in need of music that would flow over my fretful, feeling finger-tips, over my bitter-tainted, trembling lips, with melody, deep, clear, and liquid-slow. Oh, for the healing swaying, old and low, of some song sung to rest the tired dead, a song to fall like water on my head, and over quivering limbs, dream flushed to glow!There is a magic made by melody: a spell of rest, and quiet breath, and cool heart, that sinks through fading colors deep to the subaqueous stillness of the sea, and floats forever in a moon-green pool, held in the arms of rhythm and of sleep......E.Bishop
Stop this day and night with me and you shall possess the origin of all poems, you shall possess the good of the earth and sun, you shall no longer take things at second or third hand, nor look through the eyes of the dead, nor feed on the spectres in books, you shall not look through my eyes either, nor take things from me, you shall listen to all sides and filter them from yourself...... Walt Whitman