you worry too much.
You have seen your own strength.
You have seen your own beauty.
You have seen your golden wings.
Of anything less,
why do you worry?
You are in truth
the soul, of the soul, of the soul.”—Rumi (via madaeli26)
why I make my home
in the mountain forest,
and I smile,
and am silent,
and even my soul
in the other world
which no one owns.
The peach blossom.
The water flows.”—Li Po (701 - 762)
“We are the bees of the invisible world…
We perpetually gather the honey of the visible
world in order to store it in the great golden
hive of the invisible one.”—Rainer Maria Rilke (via crashinglybeautiful)
Maybe we’re here only to say: house, bridge, well, gate, jug, olive tree, window — at most, pillar, tower … but to say them, remember, oh, to say them in a way that the things themselves never dreamed of existing so intensely.
“… well, not even to think. To be silent; to be alone. All the being and doing, expansive, glittering, vocal, evaporated; and one shrunk, with a sense of solemnity, to being oneself, a wedge-shaped core of darkness, something invisible to others… Beneath it all is dark, it is all spreading, it is unfathomably deep; but now and again we rise to the surface and that is what you see us by.”—Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse (via invisiblestories)