The swan wavers Coasting on a true blue sheet. The sun quavers The background breeze favours An oily seductive heat. A b lack swan hovers In the encroaching reeds – A narrow cloudburst covers The approach of lovers That the meddling sun impedes. A prismatic arc appears Against a dewy sky, The black swan ...
Yesterday, when I woke, I found myself in a strange state of peace. It was like waking totally empty of emotion, nothing bad nothing good, into a state of acceptance. I had been dreaming, and in my dream an apocalypse was coming but I wasn't afraid. I was happy, grateful. Not for the end but for having had such lovely things in my life which made it worth living. The dream I put down to a story in Ray Bradbury's The Illustrated Man which, if you read it, is very similar to my dream. ...
that apple glowing in the blue glass dish vibrant in its is-ness sacred to Apollo font of Avalon offers itself from the first garden sweet as knowledge bitter as wisdom from Iduna's box food to keep gods forever young or food for the dead ...
They lit the Imagine Peace Tower here a few days ago, it's beautiful. I was walking home from work the other night at around midnight and the light straight up in the air and stars all around it and the moon was golden, aahh amazing. I love winter nights. this tower is lit every year by Yoko Ono in John Lennon's memory and his fight for peace. I read in the paper that you can see it online too.... but I haven't checked it out. I have been so busy with school, man I think I'll crack ...
A light dusting of snow has fallen today. Just outside my window from where I sit at work is a lake. I have loved to see those new flakes of this new winter fall into the still-open water and disappear into the best form of our best element: water. It makes for a lovely scene -- the trees still half-leaved and snow-covered. The lake still open and inviting. The snow from the sky merges in a kiss with the snow from winters 100 years ago.
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