Wednesday, April 26, 2017

sparkly

The deep pain that is felt 
at the death of every friendly soul 
arises from the feeling that 
there is in every individual 
something which is inexpressible, 
peculiar to him alone, 
 and is, therefore, absolutely 
and irretrievably lost. 
~Arthur Schopenhauer
  God take my soul to that place, 
Where I can speak without words.
~Rumi
 
Unable are the loved to die
For love is immortality
~Emily Dickinson

There is no vocabulary for this,
the no-language of grief.
I can reveal what my brain thinks
but where are the words for 
this vague pain I feel?
-Irene Earis
The Baffling Dead

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