July 12, 2011

Infinite Oblivion

Bad news is you're falling through the air, nothing to hang on to, no parachute. Good news is, there's no ground - Trungpa Rinpoche

Like a jar you housed infinite tenderness.
And the infinite oblivion shattered you like a jar.
Pablo Neruda
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"I want to unfold. Let no place in me hold itself closed, for where I am closed, I am false. I want to stay clear in your sight." --Rilke