“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.”
― Rumi

Sunday, August 05, 2012

How true ...

'She hated conclusions. They sat there like sirens, luring the scholar onto the rocks of pomposity and complacency'
p326, Hemingway's Chair, Michael Palin.

Sadly, I am struggling to avoid the treacherous waters right now!
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