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Saturday, August 9, 2014
Pär Lagerkvist: The Dead One
Frederic Leighton - Flaming June
The Dead One All is there, only I am no more, all is still there, the fragrance of rain in the grass as I remember it, and the sough of wind in the trees, the flight of the clouds and the disquiet of the human heart.
Only my heart’s disquiet is no longer there. -- -- Only that which smoulders can become ashes. Ashes are holy
You touched me and I became ashes. My ego, my self turned to ashes, consumed by you.
So say the lover and the believer. You touched me. I am holy. That is, not I, but my ashes are holy.