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Your love has passed through me and now I feel my mind something like an opal that is full of strange uncertain hues and colors

Your love has passed through me and now I feel my mind something like an opal that is full of strange uncertain hues and colors
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"Do you know what a pearl is and what an opal is? My soul when you came sauntering to me first through those sweet summer evenings was beautiful but with the pale passionless beauty of a pearl. Your love has passed through me and now I feel my mind something like an opal, that is, full of strange uncertain hues and colours, of warm lights and quick shadows and of broken music."

by James Joyce, from his Selected Letters

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One does not become enlightened by imagining figures of light but by making the darkness conscious

One does not become enlightened by imagining figures of light but by making the darkness conscious

It doesn't matter how I begin my poems because by the end they are all about you

It doesn't matter how I begin my poems because by  the end they are all about you

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