Welcome to Lothlorien Poetry Journal Volume 29 – Amplified Voices in the Murmurs of Infinity. Lothlorien Poetry Journal is a contemporary literary journal featuring free verse/rhyming/experimental poetry, short stories and flash fiction. Journey with these 72 internationally renowned poets and fiction authors whose voices are amplified in the murmurs of infinity. Immerse yourself in poems and stories that linger and haunt. Discover sublime works of fantasy, fairy tale and folklore, dreams and dystopia, nature and magical realism with romance and anything hiding deep in-between the cracks. Earth, moon, sun and human beings all represent dots, a single particle among billions. All of us live in the unfathomable mystery and infinitude of the universe. Yayoi Kusama – Portrait 2015 Auguries of Innocence by William Blake To see a World in a Grain of Sand And a Heaven in a Wild Flower, Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand And Eternity in an hour… We are travellers on a cosmic journey, stardust, swirling and dancing in the eddies and whirlpools of infinity. Life is eternal. We have stopped for a moment to encounter each other, to meet, to love, to share. This is a precious moment. It is a little parenthesis in eternity. Paulo Coelho We cross infinity with every step; we meet eternity in every second. Rabindranath Tagore A Breath of love can take you all the way to infinity Rumi There is a fifth dimension, beyond that which is known to man. It is a dimension as vast as space and as timeless as infinity. It is the middle ground between light and shadow, between science and superstition. Rod Serling I think that the leaf of a tree, the meanest insect on which we trample, are in themselves arguments more conclusive than any which can be adduced that some vast intellect animates Infinity. Percy Bysshe Shelley Correspondences by Charles Baudelaire Nature is a temple where the living pillars Let go sometimes a blurred speech— A Forest of symbols passes through a man's reach And observes him with a familiar regard. Like the distant echoes that mingle and confound In a unity of darkness and quiet Deep as the night, clear as daylight The perfumes, the colours, the sounds correspond. The perfume is as fresh as the flesh of an infant Sweet as an oboe, green as a prairie —And the others, corrupt, rich and triumphant Enlightened by the things of infinity, Like amber, musk, benzoin and incense That sing, transporting the soul and sense.