I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you….
I have seen the truth
It is not as though I had invented it with my mind
I have seen it
and the living image of it has filled my soul forever
If in one day, one hour everything could be arranged at once
the chief thing is to love
- Fyodor Dostoyensky
Inside this new love, die.
Your way begins on the other side.
Become the sky.
Take an axe to the prison wall.
Walk out like someone suddenly born into color.
Do it now.
You’re covered with a thick cloud.
Slide out the side.
Die, and be quiet.
Quietness is the surest sign that you’ve died.
Your old life was a frantic running from silence.
The speechless full moon comes out now.