Best way to keep me from writing

Have me slip on ice, on the 'L' platform no less, and land in such a way that I hit my computer and now it won't connect to the internet. So here I am at my school's computer, typing a day late.

But this post shouldn't be about unhappy things, it should be about lovely things. Like Valentine‘s Day!!! Yeah, I have celebrated many single awareness days, but I still love the holiday. So many flowers, candy, cheap valentines (yes, I've been known to give them out at work), and of course all the pink and red decorations. Kitch-y or chic, it doesn't matter. I love it!

So in the spirit of this delightful holiday, and the fact that I've been obsessed with making inspiration boards/color pallets, I have a few to share today, as well as some poetry and wisdom you wouldn't normally attach to this day.

Looked at but cannot be seen - it is beneath form;
Listened to but cannot be heard - it is beneath sound;
Held but cannot be touched - it is beneath feeling;
These depthless things evade definition,
And blend into a single mystery.

In its rising there is no light,
In its falling there is no darkness,
A continuous thread beyond description,
Lining what does not exist;
Its form formless,
Its image nothing,
Its name silence;
Follow it, it has no back,
Meet it, it has no face.

Attend the present to deal with the past;
Thus you grasp the continuity of the Way,
Which is its essence.
-14 , Tao Te Ching

Great perfection seems incomplete,
But does not decay;
Great abundance seems empty,
But does not fail.

Great truth seems contradictory;
Great cleverness seems stupid;
Great eloquence seems awkward.

As spring overcomes the cold,
And autumn overcomes the heat,
So calm and quiet overcome the world.-45, Tao Te Ching

And here is my favorite sonnet, as well as the one that makes people question my sanity:

My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damask'd, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.
-130, Shakespeare

What can I say, there's something about it that says true love to me. I think it has something to do with the concept that even though the girl isn't a paragon of beauty, she is still the one he loves most.