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Salt & Flame: A collection for the ones who endured the burn—and chose to stay.

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“Уся відвага суспільства виливалася саме там, на туалетній стіні. — Інтимні туалетні революції. От тобі й відвага, от тобі й суспільство. Тільки всираючись від страху, вони напишуть «ганьба Т. Ж.» чи «їбати БКП». Навіть не кажи. Отаке все наше довбане дисидентство. Єдиним громадським місцем, де ці люди протестували, були громадські туалети.”

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“The Bounded Boundless In the haven of solitude, the heart is on fire, For beneath the layers, there begins the explosion, deep in the soul, the heavenly hush, the holy communion. The world may wonder, 'Is this loneliness?' No, no! Have you heard of aloneness? The luminous solitude where silence strikes a fire; The contemplative cave, where a person is burned In the flames of longing, only to be a seeker and sage. As a moth to a flame, there the soul dives, In the sea of solitude, to hunt the pearls that lie deep within. The moment arrives when the vision travels inward, Leaving the world outside, you find a new world inside. Is this the world of luminous stillness, the enlightening solitude, the heart of heaven? In the heart of silence, you go deep to find, in the world outside, you were nobody, but, in the world inside, you are somebody! Somebody with identity, and there begins the divine alchemy. You, the moth, find your wings in the longing for flames, burning in the fire, you find your flight. You, the seeker, soar above the finite to infinity, The bliss in burning. 'I Sense My Thirst'....Excerpt Jayita Bhattacharjee”

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“Quiet of The Wild Sea The explosion of longing, the calm in the wild seas, For the soul is a sailor, a ship in the stormy sea, one half of whose desires to rest, The other half yearns to voyage in the sea. O soul, 'why is longing a mix of danger and safety?' 'I see peace in the wild sea, a shelter in the storm.' So, I look out at the wild sea, For in the storm, I share with God, the wild days of life. There, I sense, my passionate heart. This heart, a ship moored, longs to fly on wild wings, For flying, I will find my wings of light. A ship, safely harbored, would remain futile, In the voyage of life. This heart would taste no wine of ecstasy. O heart, break, break, break every chain, that anchors me to the harbor. O heart, break, break, break every fetter, set me out in the wild sea. This safety is not my nest, my wild desire is. Sail, sail, sail through the turbulent sea, For there, I will sense my beloved, eternal. There, I will sense my eternal lover. In the storm is the bliss, in the wild, the peace. O, heart, this torment goes in the quiet space, Shall I rest or shall I sail? For such pleasure, there is, in this pain. such a mix it is of delight and fear. In the wild tides comes the peace, For this is a voyage with my beloved, The calm in a world of chaos. Ah! Is this a cry of pleasure or pain? Is this a storm and a shelter, at the same time? The whipping winds, the wild seas, yet the waves of passion call me wild. O, soul, is this a voyage in the sea, or a voyage of homecoming? O, soul, speak to me, speak to me now, in this stormy a moment, will I stay anchored, or will I set sail, faraway into the wild? 'I Sense My Thirst'...Excerpt Jayita Bhattacharjee”

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“That night was not like the other night, if it had been I would have known. For when I try and think of that night, on the canal-bank, I find nothing, no night properly speaking, nothing but Molloy in the ditch and perfect silence, and behind my closed lids the little night and its little lights, faint at first, then flaming and extinguished, now ravening, now fed, as fire by filth and martyrs.”

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