Danny James

Tag: outlook


A space of quiet happens joyously to your shoulder like a butterfly and perfectly pulls you from your thoughts. Placed once more to the road you belong, the moment is unnerving, the outlook is grand. You have only to its calling keep this time.


They must rouse no more than a fascinated glare, the things which stir outside of me that I cannot control.


Of all the things you could see yourself becoming in life, has never any enthralled you so thoroughly as the idea of being an adventurer. With your all toward yonder fringe of Earth, – sustenance has always been in the going, and it never matters where.


A true and formidable wellbeing springs not from comfort, but, is rather extracted by honest and particular considerations of difficulty borne. Calamity instructs by eventual. The justness of an anguish is never forthwith known.


An outlook at odds will do well to dissolve sourness of familiarity imbedded across the lands. A traveller sees most only what plenty or want is in them, assenting information as relative by evolution of ones figuring, in response to experience and a perceived usefulness at hand. The stimulus unchanged across all minds but for the translation. The subjective eye, builds upon, adds, and perchance distorts; impressions become anything other than conflict with unconstructive passions. The objective vision is afloat; removes and refines, steadfast in truth and simplicity. And well may there be irrepressible beauty abound, they would find it not who elsewhere seek it improved. Going always here and there, starting anew and completing nothing through discovers none but an uncertainty reigns wheresoever one stands, and commuting ones troubles will less dislodge than it rather ensures. So, what then is it withal turbulence you cannot be shook of? Have you not enquired your part thus, instead presuming so well of yourself as to cast out censoriousness and leer? The world and all Creation has mastered harmony and duration while you, an isolated phenom apparent, divine in three decades commit to rending yourself; abdicating the very power of objective reasoning that, although distinguishes humankind, does not separate it from the Whole of which it is a role and member. Our aversions have roots in our desires, and visa versa; they share common soil, and first there we must tend if anywhere is to be enjoyed with untroubled and meditative vigour.

103: Whisper

The sky this morning, all Her best condiments expelling, presses forward a full blush of blue, and lays a soft latticework of fair-weather cumulus across her ambrosial nape, woven tightly and tighter still the further ones look adventures though not the least tempering of charms beneath. As alluring is an unblemished azure, blatancy dulls that whisper animates, and farsightedness prizes.

Bondi, 2013

Bondi, 2013


No Spring will come to whom does not bring it along, nor sleep, whom does not dream.


They are of a dismal constitution that merely bear the rain in expectation.

70: Citadel

Peer out over the plains of your citadel, and see there at the fringe of visions reach, a spectacular civilisation would surely rise, if you would be confident to rule your thoughts.