Tag: reverie

  • 443: Sally in the evening

    I was delightfully careless, in this period. Acutely aware of an increase widening near and happy to let my evolution towards its full blanket and assuming occur. I let things lie as howsoever presented, and whatever purpose lie in the kernel had I no regard to discover. Perhaps for reasons wise in retrospect, had I […]

  • 402

    Write it. Cast the overflow of your grateful heart toward the white clouds, peaceable there over the mountains, might it carried be lovingly, like a Dandelions seed on the wind across a whispering field. How pleasant for them, upon whose shoulder might your words fall, wondering and in desert.

  • 392: For you are mortal

    A calm and foreboding undertow, building to its urgency rather beautifully as like the golden bloom of a setting sun. All the promise of doom is threaded yet with a most polite and peaceable reassuring, that even the end can be met well. Though not all things will reveal instantly their intentions true, the surface […]

  • 385: Sally in the Winter

    I was discovering the advantages and obstacles of increased perception. From posting my meditations high above instead of among the boulevards of twisted metal and scrap industry dreams of the old coughing steel-city. A town that flirts with change like single romantics who give twice as little as consume, and so edge forward in a […]

  • 363: Fled

    All the trees at once had cast off their wild leaves setting them to the East, to flee and toss, joyously giddy along the palm of Natures gentle breath. Spun at the twilight down a crescent strange and lovely, consolidated in collective, security of unity in getaways spontaneous, conceived none the thought of looking back.

  • 309: Patagonia part 4

    No matter now in what city I find myself, when a cold wind is such that it penetrates to the marrow, and scatters the rain into a melee of fine mist-fall visible under a street light, I can’t help but peering up at the brume be lulled smiling into memories den; down the burning corridors […]

  • 288: A man by his travels

    To be escaped, or seized? Would he sloth with present wit or through the arcs of novel ages, chase bewilderment? Does he alight directly and soft or by rough practicality? You can tell much about a man by his travels.

  • 98

    Sincerely, I hope in my heart for that day not long from now, with dear children of my own and a contented soul for the scene. Then can I slip a moment unseen from the reverie, to my present self who could not such things dare perceive, and translate to him small relief.

  • 41

    I have many days lost to province, detained in a trance-state of frantic cosmic architecture, outside and independent of any, seeking least a perfect realm. Not to flee but to raise from reverie, by action a new world.