beneath the window of love

A mandarin fell in love with a courtesan. "I shall be yours," she told him, "when you have spent a hundred
nights waiting for me, sitting on a stool, in my garden, beneath my window." But on the ninety-ninth night, the
mandarin stood up, put his stool under his arm, and went away.


from Barthes, from A Lover's Discourse: Fragments.



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open the window and be lost

The shadows of evening fall thick and deep, and the darkness of love envelops the body and the mind.
Open the window to the west, and be lost in the sky of love;
Drink the sweet honey that steeps the petals of the lotus of the heart.
Receive the waves in your body: what splendour is in the region of the sea!
Hark! the sounds of conches and bells are rising.
Kabir says: "O brother, behold! the Lord is in this vessel of my body."


from  Songs of Kabir (tr. Rabindranath Tagore)

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