June 2012
76 posts
definitive.
i am a thousand winds that blow, i am the diamond glints on snow, i am the sun on ripened grain, i am the gentle autumn rain. when you awaken in the morning’s hush i am the swift uplifting rush of quiet birds in circling flight. i am the soft starlight at night… —mary frye
infinite.
if the doors of perception were cleansed, everything would appear to man as it is, infinite. —william blake
gentle.
be gentle with yourself. you are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars. in the noisy confusion of life, keep peace in your heart. —max ehermann
Listen
transgress.
some symphonies remind me of certain cities and certain rooms, make me realize that certain people now long dead were able to transgress graveyards and traps and cages and bones and limbs people who broke through with joy and madness and with insurmountable force in tiny rented rooms i was struck by miracles. —charles bukowski
