We looked at each other for the last time; nothing is as eloquent as nothing.

David Mitchell, Cloud Atlas

Purple Bird. Flutter and disquiet

In the wild. Flitting away far

Where Leaden feet. Cannot reach

Come converse in silence. Warble inside

Purple Rumped Sunbird

#purplemadness #vividmarg

The meaning of life is something we find through the mourning of life lost

~ Mogensen

I want you to know
one thing.

You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

– Pablo Neruda

(Feel so much like a  spent force between Neruda and Rumi. Everything that could be ever expressed with deepest profundity and joy has been moveably and easily told by them)

Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.


so I wait for you like a lonely house
till you will see me again and live in me.
Till then my windows ache.

Pablo Neruda