the plum tree

Keep some room in your heart for the unimaginable.

—Mary Oliver (via artpropelled)

I carry silence with me
the way others carry snapshots
of loved ones.

—Stephen Dunn, from “The Silence”  (via ontheedgeofdarkness)

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You live like this, sheltered, in a delicate world, and you believe you are living. Then you read a book… or you take a trip… and you discover that you are not living, that you are hibernating. The symptoms of hibernating are easily detectable: first, restlessness. The second symptom (when hibernating becomes dangerous and might degenerate into death): absence of pleasure. That is all. It appears like an innocuous illness. Monotony, boredom, death. Millions live like this (or die like this) without knowing it. They work in offices. They drive a car. They picnic with their families. They raise children. And then some shock treatment takes place, a person, a book, a song, and it awakens them and saves them from death. Some never awaken.

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Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 1: 1931-1934

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…..the original reason for art — to be a portal, an access point for the sacred so that when you see/experience it you experience yourself.

—Eckhart Tolle (via artpropelled)

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