"Beauty is terror. Whatever we call beautiful, we quiver before it. And what could be more terrifying and beautiful than to lose control completely? To throw off the chains of being for an instant, to shatter the accident of our mortal selves? To be absolutely free!"

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Religions are, by definition, metaphors, after all: God is a dream, a hope, a woman, an ironist, a father, a city, a house of many rooms, a watchmaker who left his prize chronometer in the desert, someone who loves you - even, perhaps, against all evidence, a celestial being whose only interest is to make sure your football team, army, business, or marriage, thrives, prospers, and triumphs over all opposition.

Religions are places to stand and look and act, vantage points from which to view the world.

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"And when you wake up, it’s true. You are part of a brand new world"

Needles

littlewhitebird:

He told me about
a poem he was writing.
For me.

He told me it asked,
‘When I mean only to brush her gently
with soft feathers,

do the feathers 
turn into needles?’
His telling me

was a cloud of
soft feathers, I closed
my eyes and sank in it.

Many weeks 
I waited. At last,
‘Did you, were you able

to finish that poem
you told me about
once?’

‘No,’ he said, 
looking away.
Needles paused

for an instant on my skin
before they drew blood.

- Needles by Denise Levertov

This entry is the reason I firmly believe, I was Anais Nin in my previous lifetime.

persiandreams:

I do not think I am looking for a man, but for a God.  I am beginning to feel a void which must be the absence of God. I have called for a father, a guide, a leader, a protector, a friend, a lover, but I still miss something: it must be God. But I want a god in the flesh, not an abstraction, an incarnated god, with strength, two arms, and a sex.

Perhaps I have loved the artist because creation is the nearest we come to divinity.