Of Cities And Women (Letters To Fawwaz) by Etel Adnan

'Greece leans towards goddesses. These create, with the gods, an ideal society : a projection of what women and men could be if they were what they are. In this world where the Mediterranean civilization blossomed, goddesses and gods are neither angels nor beasts, nor creatures of the happy medium. On the contrary, with bristled hair, they represent the actualization of all our potential, a maximal plenitude of life. They neither resolve nor avoid conflict. Passions burn in them with all the primeval fuel. It's peril and adventure up to the hilt. 
And we are probably moving towards a form of society similar in many ways to this ancient Greece.'




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Ode To The Old

Distant lands
Planned but wasted summers
Wash away the waves of my imagination

Soft, light silk
White, weightless
Fabric

Humidity, sweet tea, wine and a gentle breeze.

Just like our time
Youth comes in momentary glances;
It carries on without a warning or reminder.

Shadows of movement, dancing bodies
Imitating the core, the unwritten
Pattern of Fibonacci.

What are we?
But souls swirling through space and time
Part of an infinite microcosm

But the stories lost
Through the flames of Alexandria


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Random Ramblings

I don't know what I want to say really..It's these feelings of ''nostalgia'' of wanting to ultimately live my life to the fullest of my ability. 
I feel as if I want to absorb as much of the things going on around me as I can. 
I can try to travel, to read, to go to the cinema and theater, spend time with friends and family or simply wander in nature but I am not sure if it is me or my feelings. 
I feel as if there is so much beauty in the world that I want to experience and I want to contribute, even at a minuscule scale - it will still be part of my essence, my sacrifices - that I sometimes get overwhelmed and worried I won't have time to really do what I want before life “catches up” and any other ''responsibilities'' of growing older do for that matter.
I think it’s a realization that this time we have is so precious, fragile and uncertain that we take it for granted sometimes.


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Quote by Neil Gaiman

"My cousin Helen, who is in her 90s now, was in the Warsaw ghetto during World War II. She and a bunch of the girls in the ghetto had to do sewing each day. And if you were found with a book, it was an automatic death penalty. She had gotten hold of a copy of ‘Gone With the Wind’, and she would take three or four hours out of her sleeping time each night to read. And then, during the hour or so when they were sewing the next day, she would tell them all the story. These girls were risking certain death for a story. And when she told me that story herself, it actually made what I do feel more important. Because giving people stories is not a luxury. It’s actually one of the things that you live and die for." - Neil Gaiman

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06/05/16

Important enough to die for

Without It, there is no beginning or

End

Sacred enough to reach out and

Get lost for

Eternity

Humanity’s stories comprise of unlucky

Proximity

Speechless arms,

Still words

Tragic beauty

Our existence our

Unspoken

Intangible

Constantly

Amalgamated

Perplexity

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