It is unlikely that the Divine would have such fragile conceit as to be in any way offended by those who disbelieve. Il est peu probable que la divinité ait une vanité si fragile qu’elle […]
Category: Contrasts
Concealment and invention, or honesty and reality? Interest, fascination, infatuation, obsession, all lie in mystery rather than identity. Within the realm of mystery, love, true love, exists at that moment, that place, where truth and magic collide. Choose, therefore, to be now, or then. Shall you be as you appear, or appear as you are?
Bedevilled
If the fool, obsessed, persists in her or his obsession, that obsession becomes devotion; that devotion, belief; that belief, reality; that reality, enlightenment. The fool then becomes the sage, the seer, prophetess, prophet. Bedevilled, bemused. […]
Pathogenicity
How can a country, still so young, so recklessly, so violently, so ineluctably, speed with such determination towards self-annihilation? Why drink Coca-Cola? Why eat Campbell’s soup? Why use any of the tired, old, chemically engineered, […]
Proximity
To begin with, you were never mine.Because I am entirely, tirelessly yours.That was the reality that eluded me,momentarily. I picked myself up in thedarkness, persevering half a lifetime ’tilthe day when I might be found […]
Metaphor
Those with complex minds and impassioned hearts are compelled by destiny to live simple, orderly lives, ensuring harmony through the counterpoise of extremes. Though claimed throughout millennia of Western culture that truth is by definition […]
Monsoon
I in my madness pray for storms,pursue them where they rage mostviolently, believing only that monsoonnever ending will bring me peace.
L’ abysse
Pendant quelques années, trop d’années, j’ai trop bu. Entre folie et rage, je ne connaissais pas d’autre repos. Entre médiocrité et obsession, j’ai toujours choisi l’obsession. Entre mes extrêmes, provisoirement, ténue, l’équilibre a aussi toujours […]
Fount
Fatherless, first, or motherless? Shall we begin… Of course, I began with parents, Dafydd Ieuan and Efa Mair. My father would give me perfect pitch, madness, rage; my mother, folly, daring, tolerance. Perhaps I am […]
Silhouette
Are you not afraid of my darkness? – you ask. Compared with mine, your darkness is but shadow, ambivalence, apprehension. My darkness is absence both of light and of fear. Are you not afraid of […]
Will to live
Destiny may not be coerced, cajoled, or counted on. Before I was abandoned at age seven, I ran away from home several times. I grew up on the streets, surviving, exchanging favours for favours, all […]
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