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“You will never be drawn to my world and I will never be drawn to your world, and that's what keeps us emotionally disconnected. I wander in a world of still waters and starry skies and you wander in the world of sophistication and class, power and politics. I speak the language of moon and stars and You speak the language of assets and ownership, and that's what will keep us emotionally unpaired.”

“Why is silence so beautiful? Tell me why. For the light that rises from the soundless world, fills you with an ocean of light, turning you into a seeker, and a visionary. Why is silence so ecstatic? Tell me why. For in the silence is the moon, whispering to the night; in the wordless world are the stars, lighting the sky, calling you to be a lover, and a dreamer in this soundless a dark. Why is silence so maddening? Tell me why. For silence softly bites your lips, and turns you into a lover in spell, with lips trembling at the beauty of an unknown world, the one simply fathomless.”

“Why is silence so beautiful? Tell me why. For the light that rises from the soundless world, fills you with an ocean of light, turning you into a seeker and a visionary. Why is silence so ecstatic? Tell me why. For in the silence is the moon, whisperimg tovthe night, in the wordless world are the stars, lighting the sky, calling you to be a lover. A dreamer in this soundless a dark. Why is silence so maddening? Tell me why. For silence softly bites your lips, and turns you into a lover in spell, with lips trembling at the beauty of an unknown world, the one simply fathomless.”

“Can you imagine a longing which is not for victory but the face of night, where the moon is aching to light the sky? What if a real thirst is not for the prize to be won, but for the song of night, when lovers whisper to one another's ears? What if, it is a longing for a language that the rivers speak to the sea? What if, joy is not in the conquest but in the quiet unfolding of a greater mystery? What if, a desire is not for the pleasures, but for knowing, how flowers give more of them, emptying them of every scent, only to be filled with the joy of giving? What if, the only longing is to know how waves come home to the shores, and write the story of the sea? How lovers rest in one another's eyes, to melt in the gaze of eternity?”

“In her heart, she carries a river of memories, Those unforgotten years, weaving through time. In her eyes is the light of those unerased days, strong as stars in the sky. When wild winds blow, Wild is she, as memories escort her on the dance floor of meadows. Her songs that touched the earth, are woven from the lyrics of the dust where her loved ones are now asleep. So she carries it, a river of memories, the living walkway, the ripples of light between what once was and what now is.”

“The dandelion, a wild yellow blossom, a splash of pure gold, holds a story untold. It is a sun in the grass, holding joy and youth, in full bloom, opening in cracks. Then comes the time for change, and it becomes the white seedhead, the moon, a moment of ripeness and reflection. Then the dandelion breaks to be windblown seeds, the stars scattered across the sky. This is the story of ultimate transformation, where seeds break loose to begin their own journeys anew elsewhere. From seed to a flower and seed again.”

“I am homesick for sunsets that splash the dusk on my soul. I am homesick for the sky that carries the birdsongs. I am homesick for the trees that call the nightingales and their sweet melodies. I am homesick for the fruitful lands, where the streams flow, carrying the song of the earth. I am homesick for the stars that haunt at night, and turn every sigh into a song. I am homesick for the nocturnal charm when the night falls, with its veil of darkness. I am homesick for the choir of heaven that comes with dawn.”

“Every soul is madly moved by the swell of seas....the endlessness of sandy stretches....the limitless freedom of heaven....for in the immensity of grandeur, you pause in awe and there you realize your insignificance. Your eyes though catch the range of mountains and the forests so thick, and the stars strewn in a night sky....though you feel the frozen expanse and dismal heath...the wild peonies laughing on the meadows...still, there is a maze, so powerful it seems....for boundless, countless, unending it is. That which you feel within is powerful and the more you slip into your feelings...the more it has its hold over you. The layer of emotions you have in multitudes might seem in conflict at times...but remain in awe by what is yet to be seen...for what is unseen is even more powerful than what is already seen. This is called madness....an inviting, enticing, overpowering madness to which you need to surrender...for this is the pathway to freedom it seems....”