“And as the seed waits eagerly watching for its flower and fruit. Anxious its little soul looks out into the clear expanse To see if hungry winds are abroad with their invisible array ; So Man looks out in tree, and herb, and fish, and bird, and beast. Collecting up the scattered portions of his …
There is an inertia to love, there syllables slip and meaning flits. Where the heights of one exist in the depths of the other. Like some parts of one have to see the eyes of the other. Sheer want of affection cannot scratch that surface. Just as token existence outside of posterity cannot derive outside …
How many bards gild the lapses of time! A few of them have ever been the food Of my delighted fancy,—I could brood Over their beauties, earthly, or sublime: And often, when I sit me down to rhyme, These will in throngs before my mind intrude: But no confusion, no disturbance rude Do they occasion; …
Ring out ye Crystal spears, Once bless our human ears, (If ye have power to touch our senses so) And let your silver chime Move in melodious time; And let the Base of Heav’ns deep Organ blow, And with your ninefold harmony. Make up full consort to th’ Angelike symphony. For if such holy Song …
Outer tread or inner reform. The question ponders night and morn’. The winds that take, Insight of an answer’s make. Upon day, repose, envision’s way. Evening odds, nods an ode to ferry sway. Good after moon’s reflection. Inflections convey.
In surrender, earnest and true, lie the aspirations and overtures to virtue. All at once begun, woven and wondered into the collective of silence’s hum. The residue reaches towards. All-encompassing and harmonising like gentle heart-strums. Imbued to burn and glow, like attributes and their afterthoughts in follow. Honed to adjudge focus’ curve and steer forward. …
This soaring, sacred thirst, Ambassador of bliss, approached first. Making a place in me That made me apt to prize, and taste, and see. For not the objects, but the sense Of things doth bliss to Souls dispense, And make it, Lord, like Thee. Sense, feeling, taste, complacency, and sight, These are the true and real …
“Green grows the laurel on the bank. Dark waves the pine upon the hill. Green hangs the lichen, cold and dank. Dark springs the heart-ease by the rill, Age-mosses clamber ever bright. Pale is the water-lily’s bloom . Thus Life still courts the shades of night, And beauty hovers o’er the tomb and loom.” – Unknown.
“Awake, Æolian lyre, awake, And give to rapture all thy trembling strings. From Helicon’s harmonious springs A thousand rills their mazy progress take: The laughing flowers, that round them blow, Drink life and fragrance as they flow. Now the rich stream of music winds along Deep, majestic, smooth, and strong, Thro’ verdant vales, and …
“O! hast thou seen a vernal Morning bright. Gem every bank and trembling leaf with dews, Tinging the green fields with her amber hues, Changing the leaden streams to lines of light? Then seen dull Clouds, that shed untimely night, Roll envious on, and every ray suffuse, Till the chill’d Scenes their early beauty …
Dali and the ace of fire. The ace of fire is vitality, the ace of wands is purity. The first elemental suit of the tarot is fire and the wands. The ace is root. It reflects the source of your inner fire. That is the potential. In you, and the potentiality represented to this as …
“Tyger Tyger, burning bright, In the forests of the night; What immortal hand or eye, Could frame thy fearful symmetry? In what distant deeps or skies. Burnt the fire of thine eyes? On what wings dare he aspire? What the hand, dare seize the fire? And what shoulder, & what art, Could twist the sinews …
‘gagan math gaib nisân gade’ – Kabir. – ‘The Hidden Banner is planted in the temple of the sky; there the blue canopy decked with the moon and set with bright jewels is spread. There the light of the sun and the moon is shining: still your mind to silence before that splendour. Kabîr says: …