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The Sirens

The Sirens were desired and acclaimed for their naturally irresistible beauty. Their cries called men from all corners of the land, only for them to fall into an irrevocable fate; sure death followed the temptresses’ songs.

One day a creature, having witnessed the doom of many men, became intrigued by this phenomenon: what was it that drove these men so decisively, pulled them so powerfully like a magnetic force to the Sirens? Determined to find an answer, the creature, in disguise, vigilantly approached a Siren leaning against a rock as she chanted her song.

“Siren!” called forth the creature.
Surprisingly, the Siren responded, “What do you want from me creature?”

“Siren, I have witnessed you many times, men from all corners of the land come enchanted by your charm, attracted by your song, only to encounter the end of their lives.
Why do you lure them in for that?
Your beauty is most divine,
For you the world is willing to die.
I must ask you Siren,
why is it that you cry?”

“What beauty are you babbling about?” she responded.
“My cries are that of sorrow,
my song is one of pain,
‘Tis true, those who heed do perish, Though luring men is not my game. Unwelcome is their praise,
They are a mere bother;
[I grieve for this hideousness I bare!]
For this reason they are slain.”

In Silence there is eloquence. Stop weaving and see how the pattern improves.

- Rumi (via thecalminside)

I Know, You Walk—

I walk so often late, along the streets,
Lower my gaze, and hurry, full of dread,
Suddenly, silently, you still might rise
And I would have to gaze on all your grief
With my own eyes,
While you demand your happiness, that’s dead.

I know, you walk beyond me, every night
With a coy footfall, in a wretched dress
And walk for money, looking miserable!
Your shoes gather God knows what ugly mess
The wind plays in your hair with lewd delight—
You walk, and walk, and find no home at all.

— Hermann Hesse, Selected Poems Translated by James Wright

Rimas rimas!

Te llamo porque te amo
Te lloro porque te adoro
Contesta niña!
Porque me ignoras?
Acaso mi presencia
Es para ti una molestia?
Acaso mi atención
Suprime tu atracción?
No quiero tener que rogarte
Mucho menos molestarte
Préstame un poquito de atención,
Prometo no ser una distracción

Te rodearé de versos,
Y canciones
Te cubriré de besos
Y atenciones
Te llenaré de lindas
De puras emociones.
Puras, las más puras!
Que jamás haya sentido
Tu corazón

The Aspiring Writer

There was a whole world within him, wrestling to make its way out.

Night Walk

I have gone out for a moment to pay attention. Soon I am absorbed into a state of meditation, utter contemplation.

A shower of tiny droplets descends from those skies, covering the night under a subtle mantle of freshness; the drizzle is almost imperceptible.

A symphony of insects envelops the ambience, and at the distance is heard the zooming of cars and machinery working on the highway; the noise dissipates in the void of the distance.

I start to tremble against a delicate breeze, while an army of droplets begin to form across the pages, slightly moistening the notebook. In the same way, I hear them crash against the tree leaves.

The trembling halts, and I begin to sneeze. The discharge shakes me, it’s time to go back in.


Saying some styles of martial arts are “limited” is all about context. To some, there are no limits.

The first draft is just you telling yourself the story.

- TERRY PRATCHETT (via psych-facts)

It doesn’t matter if it’s a relationship, a lifestyle, or a job. If it doesn’t make you happy let it go.

- william chapman (via psych-facts)



(Source: onthegreatsea)





You find peace not by rearranging the circumstances of your life, but by realizing who you are at the deepest level.

- Eckhart Tolle (via thecalminside)