There is nothing to practice. To know yourself, be yourself. To be yourself, stop imagining yourself to be this or that. Just be. Let your true nature emerge. Don’t disturb your mind with seeking.Read more“There is nothing to practise”
Literature
The isle is full of noises…
Be not afeard. The isle is full of noises, Sounds, and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
Self Pity
I never saw a wild thing
sorry for itself.
A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough
without ever having felt sorry for itself.– D.H Lawrence
Venus with Biceps: A Pictorial History of Muscular Women
“There is something profoundly upsetting about a proud, confident, unrepentantly muscular woman. She risks being seen by her viewers as dangerous, alluring, odd, beautiful or, …
Wuthering Heights
The horizons ring me like faggots, Tilted and disparate, and always unstable. Touched by a match, they might warm me, And their fine lines singe
Into My Own
One of my wishes is that those dark trees, So old and firm they scarcely show the breeze, Were not, as ’twere, the merest mask …
Inferno, Canto I
Midway upon the journey of our life I found myself within a forest dark, For the straightforward pathway had been lost.Ah me! how hard a …
Loss
‘OUT, OUT–‘ The buzz-saw snarled and rattled in the yard And made dust and dropped stove-length sticks of wood, Sweet-scented stuff when the breeze drew …
Crossroads of My Life
I stand at a crossroad, from where many roads diverge Which is the one to my destination, My mind ponders to unfurl.