LEONARD COHENDance me to your beauty with a burning violin
Dance me through the panic 'til I'm gathered safely in
Lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love
Oh let me see your beauty when the witnesses are gone
Let me feel you moving like they do in Babylon
Show me slowly what I only know the limits of
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love
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'Being more human means being more awake to the beauties and injustices of life. I'm shamelessly on the side of beauty, of the spirit, of the heroic in humanity. But as a daily victim of the human capacity to cast one into darkness, I cannot deny humanity's capacity for meanness, complacency, and cowardice. I dont belive in being in a state of perpetual rage. I choose humour, imagination, elliptical angles, love and wild wakefulness as my weapons. And I know that all these words are but as water poured into desert sands.' Ben Okri
Beautiful paintings, pictures and words - thanks. From a friend of a friend.
Thank you for this lovely comment
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