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In the desert

In the desert
I saw a creature, naked, bestial,
Who, squatting upon the ground,
Held his heart in his hands,
And ate of it.
I said: „Is it good, friend?“
„It is bitter – bitter,“ he answered;
„But I like it
Because it is bitter,
And because it is my heart.“
Stephen Crane

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The Angel

The angel was flying through sky in midnight,
And softly he sang in his flight;
And clouds, and stars, and the moon in a throng
Hearkened to that holy song.
He sang of the garden of God’s paradise,
Of innocent ghosts in its shade;
He sang of the God, and his vivacious praise
Was glories and unfeigned.
The juvenile soul he carried in arms
For worlds of distress and alarms;
The tune of his charming and heavenly song
Was left in the soul for long.
It roamed on earth many long nights and days,
Filled with a wonderful thirst,
And earth’s boring songs could not ever replace
The sounds of heaven it lost.
Mikhail Lermontov

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Eternity

He who binds to himself a joy
Does the winged life destroy;
But he who kisses the joy as it flies
Lives in eternity’s sun rise.
William Blake

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Present

Do not dwell in the past,
do not dream of the future,
concentrate the mind on
the present moment.
Buddha

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