She paints her face to hide her face. Her eyes are deep water. It is not for a Gomar to want. It is not for a Gomar to feel. She satisfies you, whatever you want. The rest is shadows, the rest is secret.
These are memoirs of another kind.
Wednesday, 12 August 2009
sometimes we run from the hands of kindness and every now and then we run from the eyes of friends, but you know, sometimes an open door is just so so hard to find...
"his power came from some great reservoir of spiritual life else it could not have been so universal and so potent, but the majesty and the beauty of the language with which he clothed it were all his own"... may it be so here...
"Teach me to seek You / And as I seek You / Show yourself to me. / For I cannot seek You unless You show me how / And I will not find You unless You show Yourself to me." St. Anselm, Proslogion
The kingdom of heaven is like treasure hidden in a field, which someone found and hid; then in his joy he goes and sells all that he has and buys that field. Matthew 13:44
'Most people don't look...The gaze that pierces - few have it - What does the gaze pierce?The question mark.' (Henri Cartier-Bresson)
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