The Doors - Touch Me

always loved this

Love is..., Rilke

“Love is a high inducement to the individual to ripen, to become world, to become world for [one’s self] and for another’s sake; it is a great exacting claim upon him [or her], something that chooses him [or her] out and calls one to vast things.”
—Rainer Maria Rilke

Rainer Maria Rilke with his lover, the painter Baladine Klossowska (Muzot, Switzerland, 1923)

LOREENA McKENNITT - Dante's Prayer

When the dark wood fell before me
And all the paths were overgrown
When the priests of pride say there is no other way
I tilled the sorrows of stone
I did not believe because I could not see
Though you came to me in the night
When the dawn seemed forever lost
You showed me your love in the light of the stars
Cast your eyes on the ocean
Cast your soul to the sea
When the dark night seems endless
Please remember me

dreams&illusions: §1

a dream is not an illusion.
an illusion is most certainly an illusion.
you know for sure when you are dying of thirst next to a spring under palm trees.
but if you wake up in the morning, then it was just another bad dream.