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Mrs Calloway is on page 49 of 87

You who are drunk on self – union is your destiny.
The map is in your hand.
Taste the rapture now. Come and dance.

— 12 hours, 49 min ago

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Mrs Calloway is on page 78 of 87

If a ripe pomegranate on a branch
doesn’t open its ruby mouth to the birds,
what else will it do?

Moonlight seduces you.
Sunlight feeds you.
What more would you want them to do?

— 12 hours, 11 min ago

Mrs Calloway is on page 77 of 87

Reason warns, “Forget union! Forget surrender.
The void is full of thorns.”

Love replies, “The thorn is in you, my friend.
Constantly sounding the alarm. You call that existence?
Pluck the thorn from your heart.
Let the garden bloom.”

— 12 hours, 13 min ago

Mrs Calloway is on page 76 of 87

Lovers drink dregs and brim with ecstasy.
Stone hearted men of reason seethe in denial.

— 12 hours, 14 min ago

Mrs Calloway is on page 76 of 87

Reason saw one market,
opened a shop, and started haggling.
Love saw many.

— 12 hours, 15 min ago

Mrs Calloway is on page 74 of 87

Reborn so many times,
I know that music.

— 12 hours, 17 min ago

Mrs Calloway is on page 73 of 87

I linked arms with death
and leapt into emptiness.

My mind second-guessed me,
chased me down,
tried to scare me out of surrender.

Why should I be afraid?
I give form to formless fear.
I write it’s every rant.

Once I lived in a prison of circumspection.
I thought I was being prudent and wise.
A prison. Why? What had I stolen?

— 12 hours, 17 min ago

Mrs Calloway is on page 71 of 87

Your naked freedom
is your shield.

— 12 hours, 20 min ago

Mrs Calloway is on page 71 of 87

Steeped in union, the heart remembers
a world beyond words.
Soul, send the news.

— 12 hours, 21 min ago

Mrs Calloway is on page 71 of 87

There’s one spirit in countless bodies,
one oil in countless almonds,
one meaning in countless words
uttered by countless tongues.

— 12 hours, 21 min ago

Mrs Calloway is on page 67 of 87

I don’t know that direction beyond direction.
And I don’t know you either, dear Beloved.
Loving, jovial, sulky, cruel –
You always keep me guessing.