I hold it true that thoughts are things;
They’re endowed with bodies and breath and wings;
And that we send them forth to fill
The world with good results, or ill.
That which we call our secret thought
Speeds forth to earth’s remotest spot,
Leaving its blessings or its woes
Like tracks behind it as it goes.
We build our future thought by thought,
For good or ill, yet know it not.
Yet, so the universe was wrought.
Thought is another name for fate;
Choose, then, thy destiny and wait,
For love brings love and hate brings hate.
— Henry Van Dyke
REPEATEDLY WE ARE ASKED
to embody or consume;
to be in kinship with everything larger
or to order and manage everything smaller.
We are asked, every day, to align or separate;
to coordinate our will with everything living
or to impose our will on everything we meet.
And not choosing is a choice. Acquiescence
is different from patience or surrender.
All this leaves us needing to know:
whether to better the song through practice
or to better ourselves through singing.
What should young people do with their lives today? Many things, obviously. But the most daring thing is to create stable communities in which the terrible disease of loneliness can be cured.
— Kurt Vonnegut (via introspectivepoet)
ZE FRANK: On Changing Into Someone Else
Ze Frank gives me hope that all is well.
Rushmore, Wes Anderson
Rushmore is playing at The Guild Cinema this week … ah, life is so good :)
Yeah, this speaks to me.
Still need to start living by it mind you..
when i ask myself stay or go
i come up with the same answer
what will i be doing different there
and what will i be leaving here
Making a decision was only the beginning of things. When someone makes a decision, he is really diving into a strong current that will carry him to places he had never dreamed of when he first made the decision.
— The Alchemist (via thepoetpainter)
Dear Mr. & Mrs. _________________
__________ has had __________
erased from _____ memory. Please never
mention their relationship to __________ again.
How happy is the blameless vestal’s lot! / The world forgetting, by the world forgot / Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind! / Each pray’r accepted, and each wish resign’d.
The soul doesn’t need saving; it needs to be made visible.
— Emma Curtis Hopkins
“If you’re a woman, if you’re a person of color, if you’re gay, lesbian, bisexual, transgender, if you’re a person of size, a person of intelligence, a person of integrity, then you’re considered a minority in this world. …And it’s going to be really hard to find messages of self-love and support anywhere. It’s all about how you have to look a certain way or else you’re worthless. For us to have self-esteem is truly an act of revolution and our revolution is long overdue.”
In my hallucination
I saw my beloved’s flower garden
In my vertigo, in my dizziness
In my drunken haze
Whirling and dancing like a spinning wheel
I saw myself as the source of existence
I was there in the beginning
And I was the spirit of love
Now I am sober
There is only the hangover
And the memory of love
And only the sorrow
I yearn for happiness
I ask for help
I want mercy
And my love says:
Look at me and hear me
Because I am here
Just for that
I am your moon and your moonlight too
I am your flower garden and your water too
I have come all this way, eager for you
Without shoes or shawl
I want you to laugh
To kill all your worries
To love you
To nourish you
Oh sweet bitterness
I will soothe you and heal you
I will bring you roses
I, too, have been covered with thorns