"All thou wouldst have lies now within thee, every whit
'Tis thine - so long as thou dost never strive for it." - Angelus Silesius
"Lost to myself I stayed
My face upon my lover having laid
From all endeavour ceasing:
And all my cares releasing
Threw them amongst the lilies there to fade." - St. John of The Cross
Saturday, September 15, 2007
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