When you’re out walking you can allow yourself to be moved by the smell of roses, or to feel a twinge of pain at the sight of a lamp by a familiar-looking couch, or to feel as if you’ve entered … Continue reading Poem: Evening in a New Town
One reason why I’ve chosen celibacy is that I’m never less conscious than when I’m in love and I never feel less worthy of love than when I’m unconscious. This creates an imbalance of power which the other, if also unconscious, feels compelled to exploit. Continue reading Love’s Imbalance
. . . The antechapel where the statue stood Of Newton with his prism and silent face, The marble index of a mind for ever Voyaging through strange seas of Thought, alone. ~from “The Prelude” by William Wordsworth Continue reading Voyaging Through Strange Seas of Thought, Alone
The Mindful Bard 