Danny James

Tag: thought

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A blank page and a freshly risen intellect, is like a clear stream, a fine breeze and a view of morning free and unhindered of anything at all; pure and bracing already, and space enough for what enter may.

121: What I came for

Extravagance of air and light today fetched me early from indoors, and no way knowing or caring where, would I follow so long as were sun and breeze proliferate. Being my final day in Nelson, instead of thus choking for want of natural restoratives, agonising the golden hours decrease under airport ceilings, I went some time afoot along the brow of Nelson’s lesser ventured neighbourhoods to draw my tonic. They appreciate a quiescent and leafy verdure, whom reside their cottages at the gardened feet of the hills which smile down at them and permit every bit of sunshine saturate that can. The escalation too is cordially progressive, and lures from the road many an ambler wearied with the flatness to immerse the senses awhile. I saw myself, three walkers at the least, suddenly stuttered in their way over inner reasoning succumb to the promise of cool escape therein among the reeds. Detouring into one of many pockets of shade, there lies a niceness often missed and never regretted once enjoyed, where the freshest state will seek its repose, and awaken a pleasure in being alive again it might not have known was slumbering.

Rows of hanging trees lean off to one side of a track, and dip their curtains into ebullient brooks providing an extensive tunnelled wonderland for whom may saunter along the fringe of that Eden. It befalls all aspirants a passage slow and blessed, for the eye darting, trying cannot rest on every confection, and the mind… laced with the soothing scent of summer flowers seeping in, sinks into a docility resembling what drapes the access of dreaming.

There isn’t a treasure else in the world could spread before me I would more alluring deem, and scant left in traditional busyness or responsibility to bribe me here from tending to my affairs. There is no shame in a divergence, of rational self-interest. Your very maintenance compels it. All the world will uphold its meddling be assured. Seize a duration and abduct your space, let the crowd where they will. Few roads or shoulders collide where a man’s primary enterprising steals inward, making his own acquaintance, and getting to know his needs. To spend some breath getting a better air. It is above all requirements, the principle requisite to living a useful and satisfying life; to obtain by sentient intention a precise and unhindered self report. It is from this which one gains strength, by which are all virtues bred. And thank foresight thus, that my chance for recess was not squandered, for in one deranged interim from a knot have I slipped and made through the fence like a bandit won. Yet it need not have been so well-engineered, having found whom for I wagered to discover, all the while dwelling in the privacy of honest council, and I am eager with that mans clarity to see in a short while, and in the very nick of all the while too, my longed for Patagonia.

Nelson, New Zealand 2013

Nelson, New Zealand 2013

101: The pavement

They spread themselves o’er the sun-gladdened pavement consoled for the rare effect, and how nice, I thought, to be unstifled of anything at all, and mightily wished would it last that all my souls journeys or recesses were so unshod as my weary soles presently. Perhaps, but for the binding, no soothing completes, or prevails relief. That some constraint is significant if we are to appreciate consent of our wild hearts release, and enjoy a true and profound liberty. It occurred to me then, turning my absorptions above the boulevard, to what little sky remains unobscured; past those glass peaks that cloak the day under shade and thwart nights embrace with synthetic stars: long how it has been since my toes have at all felt a gentle meadows kiss, or a cold streams truth, that being detained have I succumbed to concretes treason. Have we too hardened become, unfeeling like to the bitumen?

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Why then are you alarmed those wild ideas unguarded thought entertains, are not by night abolished? Intuition has survived many years your uprightly attempts to disprove it in customary living and will ever meet you at slumbers fade, pressing hint until at last you begin for that place you were made.

77: The loveliness of long life

Few things entreat my curiosity like the uncompelled and contented every man, who sleeps entire nights and no dream after permits to filter unremarkable days. How nice, in some respects, must immortality be.

76: He proceeds best who best adapts

Concede your theories and deductions, untested and incomplete. All your notions false assume and travel light if not arriving without, for we are not yet all the way through, to recall or predict anything with ongoing certitude. Admit revision; be malleable and daily renewed: our highest ideas are seldom our own, and may tomorrow we esteem a dissimilar view, beyond renown seeking ever what is true.

75

Every Artist is a lone, celestial emissary of change.

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.

69

Fear no more the concealed afterward; there is no heaven or hell, but thoughts construct, here on earth.

68

It begs the alert of my tardiest self, how people can appreciate so little for their gift of time that examine how I manage to make so much of mine. It is not that we’ve a slender allocation, or for my part, must have wrung the greater share, but simply; well spent is spare enough. The world is rife of cracked crops, flimsy deeds and oath-sayers who saunter by the seeding season to fuss a Springs plenty missed. The passive hours accumulate, the margin for gain at the widest is brief. Than rather neglected wilt or sprout not at all, stay the hands to sowing, and abundance tomorrow reap.