Nectar

Hungarian Language — savage

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Hungarian Language — savage it may be but of a beauty that has nothing human about it, with sonorities of another universe, powerful and corrosive, appropriate to prayer, to groans and to tears, risen out of hell to perpetuate its accent and its aura…words of nectar and cyanide. Emile M. Cioran

Be surprised at nothing.

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Be surprised at nothing. Let peace and stillness flood through you and envelop you completely in its cloak. Put on the whole armor of love – and yet feel, feel very deeply. Let tears flow, washing away impurities until you feel clean within and clean without. Become like an empty vessel ready to be filled … Read more

Alas! fond child, How

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Alas! fond child, How are thy thoughts beguil’d To hope for honey from a nest of wasps? Thou may’st as well Go seek for ease in hell, Or sprightly nectar from the mouths of asps. The world’s a hive, From whence thou canst derive No good, but what thy soul’s vexation brings: But case thou … Read more

A flower’s fragrance declares

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A flower’s fragrance declares to all the world that it is fertile, available, and desirable, its sex organs oozing with nectar. Its smell reminds us in vestigial ways of fertility, vigor, life-force, all the optimism, expectancy, and passionate bloom of youth. We inhale its ardent aroma and, no matter what our ages, we feel young … Read more

The difference between me

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The difference between me and a butterfly is that the butterfly looks at a flower with no purpose in mind but to sip nectar. The flower feeds its body while for me the colours and shapes and scents of flowers feed my heart. But how arrogant of me to assume that the butterfly does not … Read more