Night Forest

I am a forest, and a night of dark trees: but he who is not afraid of my darkness, will find banks full of roses under my cypresses.

— Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra

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“It Happens”

I will never forget that absence
that entered me like a man enters his own house,
and I was satisfied with nonbeing:
an emptiness open to everything.

 From The Sea and the Bells, Pablo Neruda

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