Tag Archives: Blondin
“There’s nothing either good or badbut thinking makes it so.”And riding on that apophthegm,to lower worlds they gountil the pain compresses themand makes them scream out, “No!” There is some truth in points of view,that what seems good to memight … Continue reading
Evil is the Great Magicianwhich blinds the inner visionthe painting on its facedisorientates the eye,the quickness of its hand through spacedeceives the sly. The conjuror peddles his illusions,the world his backdrop and his stage,his victims, living beings enmeshed in their … Continue reading
Because we have neglected muchwe finish up with such and such,surrounded by we see and touch.Because we have neglected much. Because we sit and dream (and dream)we cannot separate is and seem;images come in floods and teem.Because we sit and … Continue reading
Matter is always inert; dense shadowy stuffthat resists the shining. Leave the puppetto its own devicesand how will it everget out of its box? Who then is thereto make an effort?And with what forcefrom where obtained? The child, the kitten, … Continue reading
Watching the flowof middle-earthas all things gofrom birth to birth.Here, one can knowwhat it’s all worth. An empty tideof rise and fall.Nothing outsideis mine at all;nothing insidenor large nor small. The mind reflectsvague shadowy drifts.The mind connectsblank mists with mists.The … Continue reading
A tree climbed over the wallto give us its shade and its cooland asked for nothing back at all. Except, perhaps, the wall. .