And I, infinitesimal being,
drunk with the starry
likeness, image of
felt myself a pure part
of the abyss,
I wheeled with the stars,
my heart broke loose on the wind.
— Pablo Neruda, from “Poetry,” Neruda: Selected Poems (Houghton Mifflin, 1990) (via metaphorformetaphor)
(Source: whyallcaps.us, via serpentskirts)
Kuan Yin, by Susan Seddon Boulet
"Poets do not go mad; but chess-players do. Mathematicians go mad, and cashiers; but creative artists very seldom. I am not, as will be seen, in any sense attacking logic: I only say that this danger does lie in logic, not in imagination."
"The roots of all living things are tied together.
Deep in the ground of being, they tangle and embrace.
If we look deeply, we find that we do not have a separate self-identity, a self that does not include
sun and wind, earth and water,
creatures and plants,
and one another."
"The first thing I can remember clearly is writing my way into the secret room."
"No person is your friend who demands your silence, or denies your right to grow."