K2-18b, Wikipedia, The Free Encylopedia

Not just beautiful, though--the stars are like the trees in the forest, alive and breathing. And they're watching me.
Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore

Millions of miles away, I'll still be whistling.
And waiting and waiting, for that perfect lay.
Arguing and embracing the air we both breathe.
A breath for every reason!
Poet Destroyer A, The Best Poem Ever

Stop this day and night with me, and you shall possess the origin of all poems;
You shall possess the good of the earth and sun-(there are millions of suns left;)
You shall no longer take things at second or third hand, nor look through the
eyes of the dead, nor feed on the spectres in books;
You shall not look through my eyes either, nor take things from me:
You shall listen to all sides, and filter them from yourself.
Walt Whitman, Walt Whitman

At other times the line is so wired that it lights up the soles of my feet, gradually my whole body, until I am my own beacon, and I see then the beauty of newly created worlds, a form that is not random. A new beginning.
Jeanette Winterson, The World and Other Places: Stories

Taniec Eleny, Michał Lorenc

Meditation from Thais, HAUSER

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