Desires

Desires At what point do we no longer desire our desires? Like a dream forgotten in an instant. The details no longer alive— Hiding there in the corners of the foreboding dark shadows. Do we forget, So that we might dream again, of the things we so desire?

Dream of Dying

Dream of Dying It is difficult to distinguish reality in a dream. Last night I fell into a sub-zero chemical vat. I fought my way to the side and pulled myself out as the freezing death worked its way up my body. Colleagues froze in fear, as the outcome was certain. She cried, as I …

Here We Are, Again

Here We Are, Again The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances; if there is any reaction, both are transformed. — C.G. Jung I don’t know where you came from — a dream I had long ago, now remembered? Perhaps we met as travelers do at a crossroad between destinations. Maybe …

Meditation

Meditation I have returned to the practice of meditating each day since my move to Loja. It has been a part of my life for many years but never part of a routine until now. It is the second thing I do in the morning after relieving myself. Before I put the kettle on for …

Dreams Of A Kiss

Dreams Of A Kiss A Kiss is still...an osculatory apposition of the orbicularis oris and levator labii muscles with posterior involvement of the sternocleidomastoids, commonly in a dexterous orientation. —Onur Gunturkun of Ruhr I saw in two dreams... The first kiss, like that of friends, merely a meeting of lips. Even an accident, maybe..? A …

Transformation Publications

If you begin to understand what you are without trying to change it, then what you are undergoes a transformation. —Jiddu Krishnamurti

Wise Poets

When power leads man toward arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses... We must never forget that art is not a form of propaganda; it is a form of truth. — John F. Kennedy

The Poetry of Clouds

...If one looks long enough at almost anything, looks with absolute attention at a flower, a stone, the bark of a tree, grass, snow, a cloud, something like revelation takes place. — May Sarton

For The Love Of Wisdom

The truest philosophy, is not to long for anything in particular, but to accept everything as it comes, and find out the reason of it coming. — Marie Corelli

The Writings Of Tao Writer

The most we can do is to write — intelligently, creatively, evocatively — about what it is like living in the world at this time. — Oliver Sacks