Today was for special moments alone and reading poems of tradition where sand and water meet. Feeling a little slow-moving because gratitude has me wrapped up extra tight. Grateful for the ways the unexpected can help carve your truest trajectories. Grateful to have learned to live by being well loved. Happy Monday everyone!
"If I die, survive me with such sheer force
that you waken the furies of the pallid and the cold,
from south to south lift your indelible eyes,
from sun to sun dream through your singing mouth.
I don’t want your laughter or your steps to waver,
I don’t want my heritage of joy to die.
Don’t call up my person. I am absent.
Live in my absence as if in a house.
Absence is a house so vast
that inside you will pass through its walls
and hang pictures on the air
Absence is a house so transparent
that I, lifeless, will see you, living,
and if you suffer, my love, I will die again." -Pablo Neruda