When the tie that binds is broken, you return to your rightful place, beyond the dream that left you, a name without a face. In the world you cling to, that holds you in it’s spell, you begin to question 'who am I?' but couldn’t tell. When the wisdom says you are the absolute, you are the consciousness complete, there is no tie that’s broken. You never left your rightful place. Your dream was only borrowed by a name without a face.
~ Robert AdamsI love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.
-Pablo Neruda
-Pablo Neruda
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