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| stefan marcellus hall |
| men are more than mere accidents set adrift on wings of mischance. --me |
| a man is not rightly conditioned until he is a happy, healthy, and prosperous being; and happiness, health, and prosperity are the result of a harmonious adjustment of the inner with the outer, of the man with his surroundings. --James Allen |
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| Man is buffeted by circumstances so long as he believes himself to be the creature of outside conditions, but when he realizes that he is a creative power, and that he may command the hidden soil and seeds of his being out of which circumstances grow, he then becomes the rightful master of himself. --James Allen |
| Daydream
Time blurs into a solid mass. Hopeless revolutions of light and dark shadow shallow processions through meaningless days. The somnambulistic passage of hours leaves flesh and mind weak with decay And yet, I am where purpose eludes. Stefan M. Hall Copyright �2005 Stefan M. Hall |
| this human pageant
vast the count of our human error woe behind alone we've seen sharp felled fragments of failure marred guilt smeared lily white charm what's too good to be is am I good? I want to be sun clean blossom scented wholeness when I dance when I dance I dance on stars shame stained tapestry of innocent scars caught fire damn dangling threads phoenix of a soul awakened rises again Stefan Marcellus Hall Copyright �2005 Stefan Marcellus Hall |
