Thursday, September 20, 2007

His face is approachable though not safe.

Wisdom is the essence of experiences, the right principle at the right time.

All truth is relative to the context within which it exists. Yet for perspective we must see things as outside ourselves. The seer will not tell us what to believe, but lead us to our own truth.

My task? Reflecting on this situation, looking for the pattern which shows it as one whole.

To the shoreline for Equinox this year, darlings, to prepare myself for the growing dark. Remember your thanks for your harvest and do not blame your sowing, or lack there of, on anyone but yourself.


Bitter Poetry Much, Eh?

Oh, Think Not I Am Faithful
by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Oh, think not I am faithful to a vow!
Faithless am I save to love's self alone.

Were you not lovely I would leave you now:
After the feet of beauty fly my own.

Were you not still my hunger's rarest food,
And water ever to my wildest thirst,
I would desert you­ -- think not but I would! --
­And seek another as I sought you first.

But you are mobile as the veering air,
And all your charms more changeful than the tide,
Wherefore to be inconstant is no care:
I have but to continue at your side.

So wanton, light and false, my love, are you,
I am most faithless when I most am true.

Mortal Enemy
by Dorothy Parker

Let another cross his way-
She's the one will do the weeping!
Little need I fear he'll stray
Since I have his heart in keeping-

Let another hail him dear-
Little chance that he'll forget me!
Only need I curse and fear
Her he loved before he met me.

Wednesday, September 19, 2007

Some days I am so aware that there is a danger of my being influenced by an inner weakness. The only thing temporarily preventing it? Circumstances.

As much as I might like to indulge a certain petty desire, I know I must not do so, at least not right now.

Indecision, in such a situation, can actually be helpful: lets hope it leads to insight and proper action in the long run.