Our Minds Are Scattered All Over Space And Time

Lana 💙🌹

(Yellow Days)

“I love the handful of the earth you are. Because of its meadows, vast as a planet, I have no other star. You are my replica of the multiplying universe. Your wide eyes are the only light I know from extinguished constellations; your skin throbs like the streak of a meteor through rain. Your hips were that much of the moon for me; your deep mouth and its delights, that much sun; your heart, fiery with its long red rays, was that much ardent light, like honey in the shade. So I pass across your burning form, kissing you—compact and planetary, my dove, my globe.”

— Pablo Neruda, “XVI,” transl. Stephen Tapscott, from One Hundred Love Sonnets, The Poetry of Pablo Neruda, ed. Ilan Stavans (Farrar, Straus, and Giroux, 2003)

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children of the world pj

by valentini mavrodoglou

Have you ever heard the story of the glowing planet?

Some thought that it was a wandering star with gigantic craters, that revealed the light at its innermost core.

Others assumed that its shell had cracked and searing lava was making its way across the surface; always flowing, always glowing.

There were scientists that hypothesised about burning gas pits or bioluminesent monsters roaming the planet’s rocky exterior.  

And then there were the poets and the dreamers, who pondered that maybe, just maybe, the planet was at the middle of its own infinitesimal galaxy, drawing in tiny stars and gathering their beauty in fiery clusters.

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But only some of the bravest explorers, brazen enough to get too close, could ever ascertain the truth behind the sparkling planet.

Could see that for all the assumptions of bioluminescence it wasn’t the indwelling creatures that lightened up the vast darkness surrounding them, but that they had caught the lights;

perhaps the radiant sunlight of their solar system itself or maybe the electric currents crackling in their atmosphere.

The explorers bemoaned that these creatures might never know the beauty that their masterpiece had gifted to the universe.

But when the speckled lights reflected in the many eyes of the species passing through the void, the younglings excitedly pointing to the shapes they thought to see in them, or a lost ship was able to resume its route because of this landmark, they knew, the galaxy was richer for it.

      - A love letter to Planet Earth

Heading to her new home 

Sometimes you just gotta stay silent cause no words can explain the shit that’s going on in your mind and heart.

“Step into my poem, I will be there for your heart, in this gondola of rain and hope.”

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