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. Continue Reading →

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. Continue Reading →

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, at worst, a sort of raree show. Continue Reading →

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 Continue Reading →

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 of gloom,
But stretched away unto the edge of doom.  Continue Reading →

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 thing it is to say
What was this forest savage, rough, and stern,
Which in the very thought renews the fear. Continue Reading →

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 across it.
And from there those that lifted eyes could count
Five mountain ranges one behind the other
Under the sunset far into Vermont. Continue Reading →

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. Continue Reading →