5 posts
A bit of sound advice: if you believe a thing to be the truth, don’t keep it out of sight. For truth can’t stand the dark. It pines if locked up tight, and sometimes will grow sick and die, or fade away; and then, you’ve got mere memory and dust. How sad! That your foundation…
A new day is born: look, how the world starts again; its still form awakes from an evening’s slumber and shakes the sleep from its eyes. In the quiet hours before its hum becomes roar, the whole of life breathes: a low, gentle rush of air that fills creation anew. 28 APR 2011 © 2011…
If you would comprehend the world at all, imagine this: a place so pure and wild it knows just spring, not summer yet, or fall. Like a capricious, spoiled and errant child it knows not between sacred and defiled, but treats all things with equal joy and lust until their centers start to rust. Once…
The end is near, and what is worse, it looks so very much the same as the beginning. How perverse! We’d best start handing out the blame before the opportunity is past, and we are forced to flee elected our own scapegoats. How I wish we’d planned much better, now. We’re stuck with everything, it…
We never see the sight of land except to bury treasure; the nights we roll upon the sea are numbered beyond measure. Our toil and strife is never done, our sleep is but an hour; we cross the mighty waterways by wind and muscle power. Through rain and wind we travel on in search of…