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There isn't any need to create your own drama; it's all around. Truth begins at your margins, and the struggle to sink your teeth into it is all there is. Everything else is an easy triviality which I refuse to accept. Yes, it's dramatic. But what's wrong with that? An honest drama is beautiful. |
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Sometimes I am overcome with a greatness which is not my own. It wrestles from my mind and my heart a truth that is not my own. When my faculties are taken over and beauty is wrought, for an instant, from my floating heart, I am anchored. And, firmly planted, I can see the vastness of the hole inside my heart. I can feel its caverns- Sense its farthest spaces, and know that God is a beautiful scream that wrenches music from the mute. |
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When we speak
I am not conscious of my face
My moving mouth escapes me
My darting arms are gone
And all I know
is that thing
between our eyes
between our hearts.
You take me out of the display window
you clear the path before me
so I can run,
delighted as a child,
to the grandeur of that edifice
once hidden,
now quite clear
The greatness is that
of captured awe
Moulded into something
yet undefinable and raw
Imagining infinity
and trying to skip in front
of the ever growing edge
of all we ever are
Seeing outerspace
in the mind's eye
that feeling
sinking sinking sinking
of doom and deep and all-
Capture it!
Make it yours
Now name it and remember it-
For it is all ye know on earth,
and all ye need to know. |
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