Monday, December 30, 2013
Sunday, December 29, 2013
You must read, you must persevere, you must sit up nights, you must inquire, and exert the utmost power of your mind. If one way does not lead to the desired meaning, take another; if obstacles arise, then still another; until, if your strength holds out, you will find that clear which at first looked dark.” ― Giovanni Boccaccio
Saturday, December 28, 2013
“It is more than probable that I am not understood; but I fear, indeed, that it is in no manner possible to convey to the mind of the merely general reader, an adequate idea of that nervous intensity of interest with which, in my case, the powers of meditation (not to speak technically) busied and buried themselves, in the contemplation of even the most ordinary objects of the universe.” ― Edgar Allan Poe
Friday, December 27, 2013
“Everywhere transience is plunging into the depths of Being… It is our task to imprint this temporary, perishable earth into ourselves so deeply, so painfully and passionately, that its essence can rise again, ‘invisibly,’ inside us. We are the bees of the invisible. We wildly collect the honey of the visible, to store it in the great golden hive of the invisible.” — Rainer Maria Rilke
“You know these things as thoughts, but your thoughts are not your experiences, they are an echo and after-effect of your experiences: as when your room trembles when a carriage goes past. I however am sitting in the carriage, and often I am the carriage itself. In a man who thinks like this, the dichotomy between thinking and feeling, intellect and passion, has really disappeared. He feels his thoughts. He can fall in love with an idea. An idea can make him ill.” — Friedrich Nietzsche
Thursday, December 26, 2013
Ultimate Uncertainty
i let the delicate animal of my soul hold you
so you can never become an ephemeral thought
my days belong to you
my nights write to you
you feel like a phantom limb beside me as i sleep
my dreams have become one color
i am lacking someone else
you run through every hallway
even at a distance
this energy moves
it tells me which way to flow
flow was and is everything
my memories of you have become a private arsenal
so when doubt comes in through the back door
i can think of you and feel like a true cowboy
i look for you as you as i move through these fields
but nothing shakes
no trembling evidence
i never hear your name in ordinary places
when i shut my eyes
my own private movie begins
and my anticipation sits in the front row
i did not enter this space for anything
it captured me
and somehow this abstract dream
will become concrete
revealing a desire that magnifies my heart
this sounds so arcane
this feels so abstruse
never dross
i am fascinated by this
i am eager to go mad
i will hang your light amongst the stars tonight
-B.D.W
“What I am really saying is that you don’t need to do anything, because if you see yourself in the correct way, you are all as much extraordinary phenomenon of nature as trees, clouds, the patterns in running water, the flickering of fire, the arrangement of the stars, and the form of a galaxy. You are all just like that, and there is nothing wrong with you at all.” ― Alan Watts
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