[...]
Darkness is the veiled bride
silently waiting for the errant light
to return to her bosom.
Trees are the earth's endless effort to
speak to the listening heaven.
The burden of self is lightened
when I laugh at myself.
The weak can be terrible
because they try furiously to appear strong.
[...]
Rabindranath Tagore, "Fireflies".
4 comments:
A random thought escaping into a dream.
You could find the sense of a meaningless post. :-) Amazing. Glad by your visit, as always.
A space life form that feeds on comets? or is it following them because it thinks they look pretty?
Nothing can feed on pretty things, it must feed on comets. Unless it's a life form that feeds on beauty, so if it looks like an artist, it feeds on pretty things.
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