"The sweet small clumsy feet of April came
into the ragged meadow of my soul."
"So much has changed. And still, you are fortunate:
the ideal burns in you like a fever.
Or not like a fever, like a second heart."
“…the greatest thing by far is to be a master of metaphor. It is the one thing that cannot be learnt from others; and it is also a sign of genius, since a good metaphor implies an intuitive perception of the similarity in dissimilars.”
— Aristotle, Poetics, 1459a
(airwalker via wanderingwithhisshadow)
"Stop now, right now, and look around you. This is your place in the labyrinth. There is no place else you need to be. See with eyes that aren’t fixed on goals, or focused on flaws. You are part of the endless, winding beauty. And as you learn to see the dappled loveliness of your life, as your new eyes help you begin loving the labyrinth, you’ll slowly come to realize that the labyrinth was made solely for the purpose of loving you."