these ghosts of old desire

Remind me again—together we trace our strange journey, find each other, come on laughing. Some time we’ll cross where life ends. We’ll both look back as far as forever, that first day. I’ll touch you—a new world then. Stars will move a different way. We’ll both end. We’ll both begin. Remind me again.

Life moves on, whether we act as cowards or heroes. Life has no other discipline to impose, if we would but realize it, than to accept life unquestioningly. Everything we shut our eyes to, everything we run away from, everything we deny, denigrate or despise, serves to defeat us in the end. What seems nasty, painful, evil, can become a source of beauty, joy, and strength, if faced with an open mind. Every moment is a golden one for him who has the vision to recognize it as such.

“A thousand clocks are buzzing The hours of a thousand distances”

“And now stretched before you, the sea lies silent, and look… without rustlings the heart bends towards you— all the breaths of the murmuring wind have ceased.”

Even in the time of waning, nothing could ever again help us to fulfillment, except our own solitary course over the sleepless landscape.