mark boog

wat een heldere nacht, mijn lief!
we kunnen op sterren gaan vissen
die een gloed van groene schubben
achterlaten op onze hand.

wat een mooie nacht, mijn lief!
ze ruikt naar jonge maan,
ik zie ons varen op de fijne geur
met de nasmaak van munt.

de
werkelijkheid
is
een
voortdurend
worden
........

strange how a teapot
can represent at the same time
the comforts of solitude
and the pleasures of company

my heart is afraid that it will have to suffer...

tell your heart that the fear of suffering is worse than the suffering itself - and that no heart has ever suffered when it goes in search of its dreams, because every second of the search is a second’s encounter with eternity.


the alchemist

don't believe everything you think

many people
will walk in and
out of your life,

but only true friends
will leave footprints
in your heart

to be great, be whole

don’t make anything you are bigger or into nothing

be all in everything

lay as much as you are in the least thing you do.

there is no such thing as a person
there are only restrictions and limitations
the sum total of these defines the person
(...)

the person merely appears to be,
like the space within the pot appears
to have the shape and volume
and smell of the pot

l'esprit cherche

et c'est le coeur

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