The Rainbow
The act of thinking is thought refracted and appearing as if in two places; Who is the thinker, but a shadow who has in order to be? Rainbows owe their existence to the light source hidden behind its viewer. Sign in to see full entry.
Tuesday, April 18, 2006
Inherence
Is it inherent to be unloving, or is it learned? Need there be a reason to be loving? Which is contrived, and which is not? Sign in to see full entry.
Sunday, April 16, 2006
Father Sky
With a great cosmic exhalation, I was delivered unto form and matter; Left to discover why, I turn skyward and ponder the mystery. Am I not looking into the womb of eternity? Perhaps, I, too, exist as I was and always have been. Sign in to see full entry.
The Healing Tincture
Partake of it slowly and methodically: it works its magic no other way. The more it is cared for, the more it heals; Can I be healed and damned at the same time? Am I not the judge, who decides which course is taken? Let the healing tincture pour over all mistakes, and transform them into what they... Sign in to see full entry.
Saturday, April 15, 2006
Neutrality
Nothing outside of me means anything; it is completely neutral and becomes what I give to it. How can life be joyous to some, frightful to others, and disastrous to yet another? When we look outside ourselves, we have already decided what we will see. What is seen becomes validation for what is... Sign in to see full entry.
Friday, April 14, 2006
Moonrise
As the garish sunlight fades, a turgid luminary appears upon the distant azimuth, at the edge of forever; It skulks its way into the darkening abyss, casting eerie shadows off a landscape, now devoid of color; Are my quiet gasps about the illumed, or what I think the illumed might be? The seemingly... Sign in to see full entry.
Efflorescence
The earth rejoices in its rejuvination. Life is ubiquitous and teeming with activity and color. Can I not also rejoice at my spirit's rebirth? Arising from seeming death, I am once again restored by the rhythm of eternity. I take my place among them: the precious wood violets; the artisans of the... Sign in to see full entry.
Wednesday, April 12, 2006
The Inner Sanctum
Turn away from the demands never sated, and enter with a sense of purpose not of this world; Am I not here as a wanderer, whose purpose is to taste the waters of immortality? I bend without yielding; I transcend without sacrificing; I care without possessing. Sign in to see full entry.
Tuesday, April 11, 2006
Theater of the Damned
The unwitting take their place upon the stage, which begins with the thought of vulnerability; Can I take without being taken from? The cost is surely measured in regret and disaffection. Even in a moment of glorious triumph, the spirit is saddened and morose at its loss. It ever knows the truth... Sign in to see full entry.
Monday, April 10, 2006
Were I Able
Were I able to see, why would I look? Would it be to refute another's vision? What if nothing were right? Would there be anything to prove? The sage refrains from disputation on purpose. Can I now smile alongside him, in the penumbra of his silence? Sign in to see full entry.