June 23, 2016
– Sometimes what you look at looks back at you –
By Exuvia 2016
March 9, 2013
words are the distance they pretend to cover… flesh the gap it tries to bridge.
February 28, 2013
February 24, 2013
The decrepit hour
Strands of gray light call forth the feeble hour. Who remembers now his infant dawn, descending upon a frame of thought? To awaken instinct with soil, to sleep in shrouds of dust, his youthful morning rising?
No innocence left, who shall draw the blade of Truth – decry nakedness, and sound retreat to leave an empty world of stone?
October 22, 2012
…The negative ego of guilt and self loathing must also be given up… just as the positive vain or proud and self confident. An as is and was …with an open mind for a future less invested in personal failure and success…
August 6, 2012
Bodies make no promises; they have no tomorrow, only now.
February 10, 2010
Though the Universe is by no means bottomless and limitless, it must seem so from the sum of all human labor.
Imagine man the size of an ant making his way through a rug. Beyond that house is a park and outside that palace’s premises lie other lawns and livings.
What does the colony of ants living there know from perception, from perspective and experience? Shall it grasp the concept of a town …or a shire, having been carried off by a bird? Having seen a palette of distant lights spread out over a canvas of darkness, shall it conclude that space is much bigger than home and the road much longer than many lives’ worth of travel?
We are small in comparison to the Universe and possess the fruit of wisdom relative to our condition.
Alas! Thought itself is a prison unable to take one further than the depth, height and length of its excursions.
The palace grounds of the mind seem endless and absorb every effort of our ‘day’; thus we exhaust in our explorations and fade long before we reach the garden wall.
So big is the enclosure and so small the occupants that without any hope of escape, ‘ants’ can enjoy a sense of unlimited freedom.