from Song of Myself By Walt WhitmanI am he that walks with the tender and growing night,I call to the earth and sea half-held by the night. Press close bare-bosom’d night — press close magnetic nourishing night!Night of south winds — night of the large few stars!Still nodding night — mad naked summer night. Smile … Read more
For the May Day is the great day,Sung along the old straight track.And those who ancient lines did leyWill heed this song that calls them back. Pass the word and pass the lady,Pass the plate to all who hunger.Pass the wit of ancient wisdom,Pass the cup of crimson wonder. — Cup of Wonder, from Songs … Read more
Garbage in, Garbage out.— George Fuechsel, IBM 305 RAMAC technician/instructor To realign ourselves with the Graces of Beauty, Mirth, and Blossoming, we are considering how the weeks between Imbolc and Ostara (and now, during the waning Moon) are an ideal time to clear space for them to thrive. I would suggest that one way to … Read more
The happiness of any society begins with the well being of the families that live in it.— Kofi Annan To realign ourselves with the Graces of Beauty, Mirth, and Blossoming, we are considering how the weeks between Imbolc and Ostara are an ideal time to create space for them to thrive. I would suggest that … Read more
You have meddled with the primal forces of nature, Mr. Beale, and I won’t have it…You are an old man who thinks in terms of nations and peoples. There are no nations; there are no peoples. There are no Russians. There are no Arabs. There are no third worlds. There is no West. There is … Read more
The nature of life is bliss. Everyone is born to enjoy, we are not born to suffer. We have been hearing for centuries past that there is great potentiality hidden within everyone. It is hidden in us, not because it is difficult to bring out, but simply because we are not bringing it out, that … Read more
Because of you, in gardens of blossoming flowers I ache from thePerfumes of spring…Because of you, the heady perfumes of summer pain me; becauseOf you, I again seek out the signs that precipitate desires: shootingStars, falling objects.— Love by Pablo Neruda Some say that happiness can only be reached by ceasing to desire. In this … Read more