the 4 things you need for a good marriage is...
1. a wife who will always love you
2. a beautiful wife
3. a wife who can cook
4 for these 3 women never to meet
Night has patterns that can be read
less by the living than by the dead.
A gasp of breath, a sudden death:
the tale begun. To know the darkness
is to love the light, to welcome dawn
and fear the coming night. Night can
be sweet as a kiss, though not a
night like this
The intuitive mind is a sacred gift, and the rational mind is a faithful servant. Sadly, we have created a society that honors the servant, and forgets the gift.
Life without meaning
cannot be borne
We find a mission
to which we're sworn
- or answer the call
of Death's dark horn.
Without a gleaning
of purpose in life,
we have no vision,
we live in strife,
- or let blood fall
on a suicide knife.
I don't know whether I believe in God or not. I think, really, I'm some sort of Buddhist. But the essential thing is to put oneself in a frame of mind which is close to that of prayer.
You study, you learn, but you guard the original naivete. It has to be within you, as desire for drink is within the drunkard or love is within the lover.
To see what we have never seen,
to be what we have never been.
To shed the chrysalis and fly,
depart the earth, kiss the sky.
to be reborn, be someone new:
is this a dream or is it true?
He that has light within his own clear breast May sit in the centre, and enjoy bright day: But he that hides a dark soul and foul thoughts Benighted walks under the mid-day sun; Himself his own dungeon.
And all shall be well
And all manner of things shall be well.
When the tongues of flame are in-folded
Into the crowned knot of fire,
And the fire and the rose are one.
Color is the keyboard, the eyes are the harmonies, the soul is the piano with many strings. The artist is the hand that plays, touching one key then another to cause vibration of the soul.
Can our future be cleanly shorn
from a life to which we're born?
Is each of us a creature free -
or trapped at birth by destiny?
Pity those who believe the latter.
Without freedom, nothing matters.
Know'st thou the land where the lemon-trees bloom,
Where the gold orange glows in the deep thicket's gloom,
Where a wind ever soft from the blue heaven blows,
And the groves are of laurel and myrtle and rose!