Tuesday, 31 March 2015
Monday, 30 March 2015
Infinite
Our planet is a dancing creature of spirit and matter spinning on an axis of love in an infinite living universe.
Llewellyn Vaughan-Lee
Sunday, 29 March 2015
After
The Morning After
The sun rises from its slumber
and bids the moon farewell;
then, peeking through the curtains,
begins to cast its spell.
My eyes are barely open
and my vision still impaired;
the silence only broken
by the calling of a bird
seeking shelter in the hedgerow -
alone but undeterred.
It sings its song so softly yet
that’s all that can be heard
on this, the morning after, when
my lips no more do tell
of dreams from which I’ve woken
for time has rung its bell.
The sun rises from its slumber
and bids the moon farewell;
then, peeking through the curtains,
begins to cast its spell.
My eyes are barely open
and my vision still impaired;
the silence only broken
by the calling of a bird
seeking shelter in the hedgerow -
alone but undeterred.
It sings its song so softly yet
that’s all that can be heard
on this, the morning after, when
my lips no more do tell
of dreams from which I’ve woken
for time has rung its bell.
John Walton
Saturday, 28 March 2015
Friday, 27 March 2015
Holy
I am certain of nothing but the holiness of the heart’s affections and the truth of the imagination.
Keats
Thursday, 26 March 2015
Wednesday, 25 March 2015
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