Beauty in Tragedy
There’s a certain kind of beauty in tragedy
but it’s not something I want to behold for long.
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the banquet of me
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Sometimes the Path is slightly obstructed but no less inviting
When the words stop And you can endure the silence That reveals your heart’s Pain Of emptiness Or that great wrenching-sweet longing, That is the time to try and listen To what the Beloved’s Eyes Most want To Say. ~Hafiz (as translated by Daniel Ladinsky in “The Gift”)