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I do desire we may be better strangers.
I do desire we may be better strangers.
You can have anything you want if you want it desperately enough. You must want it with an inner exuberance read more
You can have anything you want if you want it desperately enough. You must want it with an inner exuberance that erupts through the skin and joins the energy that created the world.
Love is the rose. Lust is the thorn.
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Love is the rose. Lust is the thorn.
http://www.sathyasai.org.
There are two tragedies in life. One is not get your heart's desire. The other is to get it.
There are two tragedies in life. One is not get your heart's desire. The other is to get it.
Passion, it lies in all of us, sleeping... waiting... and though unwanted... unbidden... it will stir... open its jaws and read more
Passion, it lies in all of us, sleeping... waiting... and though unwanted... unbidden... it will stir... open its jaws and howl. It speaks to us... guides us... passion rules us all, and we obey. What other choice do we have? Passion is the source of our finest moments. The joy of love... the clarity of hatred... and the ecstasy of grief. It hurts sometimes more than we can bear. If we could live without passion maybe we'd know some kind of peace... but we would be hollow... Empty rooms shuttered and dank. Without passion we'd be truly dead.
The thing we long for, that we are
For one transcendent moment.
The thing we long for, that we are
For one transcendent moment.
Passing into higher forms of desire, that which slumbered in the
plant, and fitfully stirred in the beast, awakes read more
Passing into higher forms of desire, that which slumbered in the
plant, and fitfully stirred in the beast, awakes in the man.
Do you want to be
with your love by the sea
hearing the gullsong
smelling the salt air
feeling the read more
Do you want to be
with your love by the sea
hearing the gullsong
smelling the salt air
feeling the sand
beneath your toes
and the seaweed
the sea's legacy?
watching the rise
oer the bay of the moon
and then ascent
of the Sun.. oer neptune?
The desire of the moth for the star,
Of the night for the morrow,
The devotion to read more
The desire of the moth for the star,
Of the night for the morrow,
The devotion to something afar
From the sphere of our sorrow.
