I have studied many times The marble which was chiseled for me– A boat with a furled sail at rest in a harbor. In truth it pictures not my destination But my life. For love was offered me and I shrank from its disillusionment; Sorrow knocked at my door, but I was afraid; Ambition called… Read More George Gray
Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high; Where knowledge is free; Where the world has not been broken up into fragments by narrow domestic walls; Where words come out from the depth of truth; Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection; Where the clear stream of reason has not… Read More Gitanjali 35
A dark sail, Like a wild-goose wing, Where the sunset was. The moon soon will silver its sinewy flight Thro the night watches, And the far flight Of those immortal migrants, The ever-returning stars.
Let us take the river path near Fall Hill. There we will negotiate an outcrop with its silvered initials & other bits of graffiti, all the way to the broken edge that overlooks the bend, & hold hands until we can no longer tell where the river ends.
It is after all sequential that I exist in this form, Find love that will not conform, Love that will trust the process of finding peace, Finding whatever it is that can be found, Love that exists purely upon its own decision to love me, Whether unworthy my heart may feel, It feels well today… Read More In Progress