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Rainer Maria Rilke, from Rilke’s Book of Hours: Love Poems to God

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Andrey Belichenko & Mariya Boukhtiyarova

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“The abandonment at the supreme moment of the crucifixion, what an abyss of love on both sides!”

— Simone Weil, Gravity and Grace (via arterialtrees)

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Torrin A. Greathouse from Wound from the Mouth of a Wound (2020)

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agustin-gomez arcos, the carnivorous lamb

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Ballet, like opera, is wonderful because it is monstrous, the hyper-development of skills nobody needs, a twisting of human bodies and souls into impossible positions, the purchase of light with blood.

Irina Dumitrescu, "Swan, Late: The unexpected joys of adult beginner ballet."

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Find me in the secret places. Recognize me, wrap me up, pull the knots tight, tight… Light your name in the depths of night. Drown your sea in my mouth. ~ Aleksandra Alba  

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by cocorrina.co

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chevergreen

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Hopes Die Last - The Wolfpack

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haiku #4, tathev simonyan

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“We are told that St. Francis used to spend whole nights praying the same prayer: “Who are you, God? And who am I?” Evelyn Underhill claims it’s almost the perfect prayer. The abyss of your own soul and the abyss of the nature of God have opened up, and you are falling into both of them simultaneously.”

— Richard Rohr (via kalynroseanne)

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“Is the scene always visual? It can be aural, the frame can be linguistic: I can fall in love with a sentence spoken to me: and not only because it says something which manages to touch my desire, but because of its syntactical turn (framing), which will inhabit me like a memory.”

— Roland Barthes, A Lover’s Discourse

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I am punished by love

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I was burning, while you came blaming me for the smell of ashes. -Fyodor Dostoevsky