Tag: spirit

  • 514

    The span, it provokes as ever. Calls you onward, inward. O presence and depth, unhesitant further. Enthral the skin Drench the mind in peace, the soul in Ecstasy.

  • 512

    Never under compulsion, out of selfishness, without forethought, without misgivings. No surplus words or unnecessary actions. Let the spirit in you represent a man. Taking up his post like a soldier and patiently awaiting his recall from life. Needing no oath or witness. Cheerfulness. Without requiring other people’s help. Or serenity supplied by others. To […]

  • 492

    Every spirit builds itself a house; and beyond its house a world; and beyond its world, a heaven. Know then, that the world exists for you. For you is the phenomenon perfect. What we are, that only can we see. All that Adam had, all that Caesar could, you have and can do. Adam called […]

  • 382: Vargtimme

    It seems plausible now that since even before you came into being have you been stamped with a role and those remarkable, burdensome qualities that all your lost years, drifting, aching over and denying could not remove. As though you are composite of various fragments of star matter and galactic debris dispersed, come together by […]

  • 373

    Once in a while expose your bones to cold weather, and take with a break-away suddenness, a walk into the Winter morning to exhilarate your torpid nerves before you perpend yourself out of the experience. Let lead for once the thrill of sensation. The speed of touch and affect over bracing. Bracing means a gap […]

  • 335

    How simply a cold breeze unexpected, can impel the senses and freshen the debt. Exact and rarely received with accord.

  • 149: At least a sense of being

    The speck that is your life, soon enough will disappear. And you must laugh at this, now. It’s only perfect. Right into the glaring vacancy of space thrust your unoffended frailty. Whole and from the lovingly riotous kernel of your infinitesimal being. And broiling your chemistry to the plenitude of amusement, burst open to the […]

  • 140: A note from July

    What a delightful invitation each morning extends, to enjoy buoyancy of all my cherished hopes for the day and fashion it as pleases my soul. Can a lesser situation than the feeling of perpetual Christmas morning be anticipated, if one is, by tenderly prodding of his rational intuitions charge, awakened? To consider a different mode of living, to […]

  • 109

    When after many days the rain eases at last, mine is rather a relief for what it leaves us, than it’s leaving. I burst from my house to collect the many graces; to inhale a bettered air, with expectations of a healthier day. My exuberance skips ahead, thoughts tarry behind. For what I hope to […]

  • 61

    At last, I have reached that age the elderly folk often would depict, where I fain envy no more than simple pleasantries, such as a book and a cup of tea, to see out my evenings. If it be, as indicated it would, within my refined want and most essential influence to improve the moment, […]