A Senser Sensing
perceiving thinking desiring feeling
Wednesday 31 August 2011
And I was green, greener than the hill
Where flowers grew and sun shone still
Now I’m darker than the deepest sea
Just hand me down, give me a place to be
Tuesday 30 August 2011
Monday 29 August 2011
But you stand there so nice,
in your blizzard of ice,
oh please let me come into the storm.
Sunday 28 August 2011
Saturday 27 August 2011
All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players:
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts …
Friday 26 August 2011
Thursday 25 August 2011
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
Wednesday 24 August 2011
Tuesday 23 August 2011
For most of us, there is only the unattended
Moment, the moment in and out of time,
The distraction fit, lost in a shaft of sunlight,
The wild thyme unseen, or the winter lightning
Or the waterfall, or music heard so deeply
That it is not heard at all, but you are the music
While the music lasts.
Monday 22 August 2011
Sunday 21 August 2011
History is a nightmare from which I am trying to awake.
Saturday 20 August 2011
Friday 19 August 2011
Pity is the feeling which arrests the mind in the presence of
whatsoever is grave and constant in human suffering
and unites it with the human sufferer.
Thursday 18 August 2011
Wednesday 17 August 2011
I, while the gods laugh, the world's vortex am;
Mælstrom of passions in that hidden sea
Whose waves of all-time lap the coasts of me;
And in small compass the dark waters cram.
Tuesday 16 August 2011
Monday 15 August 2011
You are gone
and I am with you:
this will never come again.
Sunday 14 August 2011
Saturday 13 August 2011
Look at the sky, but it's empty now;
look at the sea, it holds nothing but despair.
I raise my eyes, but my head stays bowed...
I look to my side, but you're not there.
Friday 12 August 2011
Thursday 11 August 2011
Just take this longing from my tongue
all the lonely things my hands have done.
Let me see your beauty broken down
like you would do for one your love.
Wednesday 10 August 2011
Tuesday 9 August 2011
No man was ever wise by chance.
Monday 8 August 2011
Sunday 7 August 2011
The birds they sang
at the break of day.
"Start again"
I heard them say.
Don't dwell on what
has passed away
or what is yet to be.
Saturday 6 August 2011
Friday 5 August 2011
Your sacred space is where you can find yourself again and again.
Thursday 4 August 2011
Wednesday 3 August 2011
I want to stand as close to the edge as I can without going over.
Out on the edge you see all the kinds of things you can't see from the centre.
Tuesday 2 August 2011
Monday 1 August 2011
If you make people think they're thinking, they'll love you;
but if you really make them think they'll hate you.
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