| Photo credit: Alvimann from morguefile.com |
Near the wall of a house painted
to look like stone,
I saw visions of God.
A sleepless night that gives others a headache
gave me flowers
opening beautifully inside my brain.
And he who was lost like a dog
will be found like a human being
and brought back home again.
Love is not the last room: there are others
after it, the whole length of the corridor
that has no end.
~ Yehuda Amichai
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Love doesn't sit there like a stone, it has to be made, like bread; remade all of the time, made new. ~ Ursula K. Le Guin
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