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“Under the dome of boundless universe,
under the dome of boundless cosmos
my body is but a flower that blooms and blasts.”
―
under the dome of boundless cosmos
my body is but a flower that blooms and blasts.”
―
“How can I do this? How can I leave everything known? How can I leave language and belonging and familiar faces, faces that look like mine? How can I leave this patch of earth that has been mine? Samson taught me once that the hydrangea blooms in a range of shades depending on the soil it sinks its roots into. From faintest pink to darkest night blue, the flower reflects the acidity of its patch of earth. How am I different? This person I am, will I be killed in the transition across the planet? What new person will emerge in that other soil?”
― What Lies Between Us
― What Lies Between Us
“Burnt-out ashes turn to fuel again.
Whose lamp is my heart that burns
Flickering all night long?”
―
Whose lamp is my heart that burns
Flickering all night long?”
―
“Despite my lifelong wish to live
like an immaculate petal
what shall I do
with the doleful fountain
that wells out
from the deep woods of my heart?”
―
like an immaculate petal
what shall I do
with the doleful fountain
that wells out
from the deep woods of my heart?”
―
“My soul years for something infinite as
that of children frolicking on the riverbank.
Tell me what it is you are craving for, where you
are headed. I am impatient to know.
Soaked in the smell of the greening earth
I walk all day long limping between the green of sorrow
and joy as if possessed by the spirit of spring.
But now that the land is no more our own
spring can no longer be our own.”
― Does Spring Come Also to These Ravished Fields?
that of children frolicking on the riverbank.
Tell me what it is you are craving for, where you
are headed. I am impatient to know.
Soaked in the smell of the greening earth
I walk all day long limping between the green of sorrow
and joy as if possessed by the spirit of spring.
But now that the land is no more our own
spring can no longer be our own.”
― Does Spring Come Also to These Ravished Fields?
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