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  Footprints by Conrad Ferdinand Meyer   It was in our youth. I brought you Back to the neighbors’ house, where you were visiting, Through the small wood. The mist was trickling, You pulled up the hood of your traveling … Continue reading →

  He who has thought deeply Loves what is most vital; He who has looked into the world Understands the nobility of youth, And wise men often incline Toward the beautiful at the last – Friedrich Holderlin   The only … Continue reading →

  Summer’s heat and springtime’s mildness, Conflict and peace alternate here Wondrously in my heart In front of the silent divine image; Angry in the midst of homages, Shamed, conquered, I have often Struggled to grasp the woman Who surpasses … Continue reading →

  Unlike other living things, a human being not only lives, but knows that he is experiencing life. Hence he endeavors to escape from transitoriness; he seeks to incorporate himself into transitoriness in such a way as to share its … Continue reading →

  Every Teleut shaman has a spirit wife who lives in the seventh heaven, where he meets her and makes love to her during his ecstatic journeys. – Mircea Eliade   The possession of her, the Cosmic Shakti, the living … Continue reading →

  If there is a malignant power that treacherously introduces a thread into our hearts, by means of which it then drags us along a dangerous, a ruinous path which we should never have trodden of our own accord, then … Continue reading →

Begging him to wait a few moments, she stepped under the tree, looked up with an ineffable smile, and poured many roses out of her apron on the grass. She kneeled quietly beside it, but soon arose again and led … Continue reading →

  holy the visions holy the hallucinations holy the miracles holy the eyeball holy the abyss! – Allen Ginsberg     I awakened more and more and ardent longing For deeper and a total intermingling Grew more intense with every … Continue reading →

“How did you do it?” I asked. “With a hatchet. I hit him on the brow and he fell down dead. Then I pushed him over the edge of the roof.” Phillip put his hands over his ears and pressed … Continue reading →

  I would like the morning to announce itself on her fair forehead before the sky dyes itself in pink, and as the day gradually wanes, for the shadow of evening to become denser between her eyelashes before it does … Continue reading →