All parts away for the progress of souls;
All religion, all solid things, arts, governments, all
that was or is apparent upon this globe or any globe,
falls into niches and corners before the procession of
Souls along the grand roads of the universe.
-Walt Whitman, Song of the Open Road, Public Domain.
After the seventh sojourn, I see the unborn soul glide through the universe on its way to birth in the tangible realm. Its mannerisms, shadows, Continue reading Consider… The Soul, Vol.1
You are never too old to set another goal or to dream a new dream. C.S. Lewis
We read to know we’re not alone. C.S.Lewis
Continue reading The Best Class Ever
“Not all who wander are lost” -Tolkien
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
The untold want by life and land ne’er granted. Now voyager sail thou forth to seek and find. –Walt Whitman- Untold Want
And what of the road, the open road, the path I walk; its sweet song that I fail to hear at times, I fail to appreciate out of bowing to my fear. To let go of fear, bid it adieu is to “live the life imagined”, as Thoreau so simply but effectively stated. Walk from this day forward and believe that it is so… right now standing in these shoes on this good earth. Continue reading The Road
“The essential thing about a poet is that he builds us his world.” -Ezra Pound
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
“I used to think I could imagine all passions, all feelings, and states of the heart and mind; but how little did I know! Indeed, we are but shadows; we are not endowed with real life, and that which seems most real about us is but the thinnest substance of a dream, till the heart be touched. That touch creates us, then we begin to be, thereby we are beings of reality and inheritors of eternity.” -Nathaniel Hawthorne, The Chamber
Under the influence of the dark side of a dark moon, or was it an angel?
I was lying in bed one night and saw colors on the ceiling… colors in stripes of reds, blues, yellows and greens. The room was black so the tint of these colors was dark but distinctly each their own shade.
It was while I was considering the display on my ceiling that I first heard the music. My hands felt my ears for headphones, but I didn’t have any on. It was as though the sounds were coming from within me, from my being. And it was beautiful music; I kept thinking I’ve got to remember this melody. All the while I knew I was hallucinating, none of this was real. But the song was such that I couldn’t possibly want to forget it… as it was becoming fainter and fainter, floating away like a cloud and then it was gone along with the colors from above.
Continue reading Part 7- Hallucinations… Song in the Key of ‘P’
The untold want by life and land ne’er granted. Now voyager sail thou forth to seek and find.
-Walt Whitman- Untold Want
I am the captain of my storm… of my fear… of my anxiety… of my impatience… of my negativity… of my prejudice… of my animosity… of my ship of fools. I am the captain.
I am the captain of my blue sky… of my courage… of my peace… of my tolerance… of my optimism… of my love… of my compassion… of my ship of awareness. I am the captain.
And which ship do I board? Why I take the helm of both vessels, for they are one and the same as they are of me and together we sail through turbulent and calm waters off to the center of unexpected sky’s as a lover to his beloved.