I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope, For hope would be hope for the wrong things. Wait without love, for love would be love for the wrong things; there is yet faith, but the faith, and the love and the hope are all in the waiting. Wait without thought for you are not ready for thought. So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing”. -T.S.Eliot, East Coker,*The Four Quartets Continue reading Quote10- T.S.Eliot
We enter here we enter there
The road ahead, it never cares
There’s a turn for you, a turn for me
A turn for all who care to see Continue reading An Enlighten Rogue
One day with an attitude of indifference I decided to go for a walk as an ominous and hauntingly beautiful sky was turning a deeper shade of purple through the autumnal trees brushed by a northerly wind as leaves danced in mid-air; the kind of day where everyone thinks if Continue reading Blessed Be (Run-On)
One feels the need for the open country, the crowded city, the mesmeric ocean, or the reclusive mountains at any one point in a life. And as time moves on to an uncertain fate, so does the wandering spirit we give title to as the gypsy, the pilgrim, the bohemian. Continue reading Vagabond Heart
On this road my life does trace
Forgotten love, forgotten face
Another time, another place
What part of me have you become
Is it you or is it me? Continue reading You or Me
I love this quote and just maybe this is the only purpose of creativity of any kind… to build the world of the artist to others. Then what’s built inflects another and the flame of creativity passed forward. And what’s been said before is said again but with a different twist Continue reading Build Me Your World
Dawn is approaching, 6 AM
The animals are stirring… feed us!
I hobble out of bed to let Zack out
It’s nice out here
I should have coffee on the porch
I tuck this away, go inside and lock the door.
Continue reading 6:00 AM
Words used in different form and measure tell the story of our lives. Such stories conjunct other stories creating a collective story, word by word. When perfected, and connected, they sound of music playing in perfect harmony. They dance to the rhythm of meter and time on the road to meaning and understanding.
*adapted into Echoes In The Dark /