Beloved

by Lena Polishko

Ellen Bass, “The Thing Is”, Poetry of Presence: An Anthology of Mindfulness Poems

C.G. Jung, from The Red Book: Liber Novus

TEXT ID: Until the night we met, I had never imagined that–on either side of the boundary between breath and death–our longing, alas, alas, might be the same.

Words by Andrea Gibson

Text ID: I, too, overflow; my desires have invented new desires, my body knows unheard-of songs. Time and again I, too, have felt so full of luminous torrents that I could burst—

2020

Anaïs Nin, from a diary entry featured in The Diary of Anais Nin, Vol. 3. (1923-1927)

Text ID: Dreams, memories, the sacred-they are all alike in that they are beyond our grasp. Once we are even marginally separated from what we can touch, the object is sanctified; it acquires the beauty of the unattainable, the quality of the miraculous. Everything, really, has this quality of sacredness, but we can desecrate it at a touch.