Humbled to be the guide
The servant, the pupil
Heart soaring at every breath
And pluck of the string
Blind to her own beauty
Yet knowing it’s there
Seen by others without
Seen by one within
As the pale skin burns
He plucked out his eyes
So as never to forget
In his dreams, she is seen
Two united by cruelty
As ease in love, together
The lark and nightingale sing
Until they ascend the clouds
Inspired by A Portrait of Shunkin by Junichiro Tanizaki
21st May 2025 – Shared with dVerse – Intimate Moments
Like so many Americans, she was trying to construct a life that made sense from things she found in gift shops.
from Slaughterhouse 5, Kurt Vonnegut
Today I’m feeling:
A little bored and tired.
Today I’m grateful for:
For the bananas that grew in the garden and fed me this afternoon. I don’t know why but it still delights me to be able to grow something and then eat it!
The best thing about today was:
Talking to Amy and discussing some future plans. She’s currently thinking she may move back here on my next visa extension which is great but I want her to have something to keep her occupied when she’s here so she doesn’t overthink things with so much free time.
1994ever 
Shaun, after reading your love poem it strikes me that we really do go mad when we’ve fallen in love.
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I think that is true when we are younger. I didn’t feel the madness so much the last time it happened and perhaps that’s why it has lasted so long.
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Glad you found lasting love without madness.
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A scary scenario! Blinded by love!
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The lark and the nightingale are so different, the lark soaring in the sky wile singing and the nightingale hiding in deep vegetation… but both songs so wonderful
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