Brightening spirit within the dancing coloured lights when the words will not reveal their mystery in their memories of twinkling feelings
Sunday, April 29, 2012
The Crutch
The crutch I need, I have decided, is not alcohol or religion or listening to a particular person or adhering to a particular philosophy, it is some place inside of me that I have to explore.
Saturday, April 21, 2012
Now
This moment is right now. In the history of the world and of creation this is now. And I am honoured to be in this moment in the history of life, and now I must honour it........
Here the phantom angels reside. A world apart, becoming together. And the cymbals clash and the people stand. The world has changed and the music is dancing.
Friday, April 20, 2012
Mind Guitar
Now I see that Art is God and my mind is not so much all fingers and thumbs except when they are on the guitar.
Me and Charlotte Bronte
I am presently luxuriating in the craft and the art of the greatest writer whom I have ever read: Charlotte Bronte
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