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"In your light I learn how to love. In your beauty, how to make poems. You dance inside my chest where no-one sees you, but sometimes I do, and that sight becomes this art."

"A thousand half-loves must be forsaken to take one whole heart home."

- Rumi

"...the more pages I read of my handwriting, the less did I like the manuscript. Even in my former most despondent hours it had never seemed so futile and absurd to me as now. Everything seemed so confused and stupid; the clearest relationships were distorted, the most obvious were forgotten, the trivial and the unimportant pushed into the foreground. It must be written again, right from the beginning. As I continued reading the manuscript, I had to cross out sentence after sentence, and as I crossed them out, they crumbled up on the paper, and the clear, sloping letters separated into assorted fragments, into strokes and points, into circles, small flowers and stars, and the pages were covered like carpets with graceful, meaningless, ornamental designs. Soon there was nothing more left of my text..."

- 'The Journey to the East' by Hermann Hesse

"Come, true light

Come, eternal

Come, hidden mystery

Come, treasure without name

Come, reality beyond all words

Come, person beyond all understanding

Come, rejoicing without end

Come, light that knows no evening

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Come, my breath and my life

Come, the consolation of my humble soul

Come, my joy, my glory, my endless delight."

- 'Icon of Light' by Symeon the New Theologian

Lyrics:

"He made the world a grassy road before our bare, wandering feet,

and crushed the stones into the softest sand between our toes,

but we're wondering where to sleep.

All the clever words on pages turn into fragments, circles, points and lines,

and they cover them like carpets, with graceful,

meaningless ornamental designs!

Come quick, you light that knows no evening.

Come, Alone to the alone!

I have a thousand half-loves well worth leaving for to take your madness home,

and You dance inside my chest where no-one sees You,

but sometimes I see You.

Rejoice, the cleansing of my lips!

Rejoice, the salvation of my soul!

But I still have a thousand half-loves.

(Oh my God! I want to shoot myself just thinking about it.)

Well, you think I don't mean what I say?

Well, I mean every word I say.

I threw a small stone down at the reflection of my image in the water

and it altogether disappeared.

I burst, as it shattered through me like a bullet through a bottle,

and I'm expected to believe that any of this is real?"

- Aaron Weiss