Saturday, July 8, 2017

red thread





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This must be well grasped: the world hangs on the thread of consciousness. No consciousness, no world.

–Sri Nisargadatta Maharaj


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On foot
I had to walk through the solar system
before I found the first thread of my red dress.
Already, I sense myself.
Somewhere in space hangs my heart,
sparks fly from it, shaking the air,
to other reckless hearts.



–Edith Södergran (1892-1923)
Stina Katchadourian translation



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Paris by night,
from the International Space Station

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