Where truth lies nestled until spring

Just when you seem to yourself nothing but a flimsy web of questions, you are given the questions of others to hold in the emptiness of your hands, songbird eggs that can still hatch if you keep them warm, butterflies opening and closing themselves in your cupped palms, trusting you not to injure their scintillant fur, their dust. You are given the questions of others as if they were answers to all you ask. Yes, perhaps this gift is your answer.

– Denise Levertov, Sands of the Well

Better for it

& if it wasn’t love,
if you called me now
across the old echo chamber of the ocean
& said:

“ Look, I never loved you,”
I would feel
a little like a fool perhaps,
& yet it wouldn’t matter.

My business is to always feel
a little like a fool
& speak of it.

& I am sure
that when we love
we are better than ourselves
& when we hate,
worse.

& even if we call it madness later
& scrawl four-letter words
across those outhouse walls
we call our skulls—
we stand revealed
by those sudden moments
when we come together.

Erica Jong, Becoming Light: Poems New and Selected

My ethos

I badly wanted a story of my own. As if there were proof in spelling. But what if my experience were the kind of snow that does not accumulate? A piling of instants that did not amount to a dimension? What if wandering within my own limits I came back naked, with features too faint for the mirror, unequal to the demands of the night? In the long run I could not deceive appearances: Days and nights were added without adding up. Nothing to recount in bed before falling asleep. Even memory was not usable, a landscape hillocky with gravitation but without monuments, it did not hold the eye, did not hinder its glide toward the horizon where the prose of the world gives way to the smooth functioning of fear. If the wheel so barely touches the ground the speed must be enormous.

— Rosmarie Waldrop, Gap Gardening: Selected Poems

Space-consciousness

Don’t look down on the heart, even if it’s not behaving well.

Even in that shape, the heart is more precious than the teachings
of the exalted saints.

The broken heart is where God looks.

How lucky is the soul that mends the heart!

For God, consoling the heart

that is broken into hundreds of pieces is better than going on pilgrimage.

God’s treasures are buried in ruined hearts.

If you put on the belt of service
and serve hearts like a slave or servant,

the roads to all the secrets will open before your eyes.

If you want peace and glory,
forget about your earthly honors and try to please the hearts.

If you become a helper of hearts,

springs of wisdom will flow from your heart.

The water of life will run from your mouth like a torrent.

Your breath will become medicine
like the breath of Jesus.

Be silent.

Even if you have two hundred tongues in each hair on your head

– Rumi, The Forbidden Rumi

Every single night

She lends her pen,
to thoughts of him,
that flow from it,
in her solitary.

For she is his poet,
And he is her poetry

— Lang Leav, Love & Misadventure

Drake who? William Blake my boo

Truth can never be told so as to be understood and not be believed.


He whose face gives no light, shall never become a star.


If the doors of perception were cleansed every thing would appear to man as it is, Infinite. For man has closed himself up, till he sees all things thro’ narrow chinks of his cavern.


I must create a system, or be enslaved by another man’s. I will not reason and compare: my business is to create.


What is now proved was once only imagined.


Those who restrain desire do so because theirs is weak enough to be restrained.


You never know what is enough unless you know what is more than enough.


Love seeketh not itself to please, nor for itself hath any care, but for another gives its ease, and builds a Heaven in Hell’s despair.


Truth can never be told so as to be understood and not be believed.


Without contraries is no progression. Attraction and repulsion, reason and energy, love and hate, are necessary to human existence.


A man can’t soar too high, when he flies with his own wings.


Those who control their passions do so because their passions are weak enough to be controlled.


When i tell the truth, it is not for the sake of convincing those who do not know it, but for the sake of defending those that do.


Enlightenment means taking full responsibility for your life.


When a sinister person means to be your enemy, they always start by trying to become your friend.


He who replies to words of doubt
doth put the light of knowledge out.


And is he honest who resists his genius or conscience only for the sake of present ease or gratification.


Men are admitted into heaven not because they have curbed and governed their passions or have no passions, but because they have cultivated their understandings. The treasures of heaven are not negations of passion, but realities of intellect, from which all the passions emanate uncurbed in their eternal glory.


As a man is, so he sees. As the eye is formed, such are its powers.


Always be ready to speak your mind and a base man will avoid you.


That which can be made explicit to the idiot is not worth my care.


Down the winding cavern we groped our tedious way, till a void boundless as the nether sky appeared beneath us, and we held by the roots of trees and hung over this immensity; but I said: if you please we will commit ourselves to this void and see whether providence is here also.


We are here to learn to endure the beams of love.


Energy is the only life and is from the Body and Reason is the bound or outward.


He who loves feels love descend into him and if he has wisdom may perceive it from the Poetic Genius which is the Lord.

Emotion and thought

Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

Robert Frost

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