my soul has shadows – nooks and crannies where griefs, like cobwebs, collect
~ John Geddes
...there's the suffering from love and the suffering from grief - either pain permanently scars the soul...
...you must never partly love or stop half way - because then, you become superficial and cannot be deeply hurt or loved...
...beneath torrents of spring rain, buds come to life - and we do too, beneath torments of tears...
...all winter the acorns and red Maple leaf moldered in silence - in the same way grief is gnawing at me - slowly, imperceptibly... consuming...
...a passing face together with his grief turned you into a weeping Madonna...
This will be a winter so desolate, only memory can fill the emptiness
...in my dream the shadings of your soul are the dark tincture of rain...
...sorrow binds us - I will always cherish you - my only disillusionment is unspoken words ...
...I live in Ireland every day in a drizzly dream of a Dublin walk...
December's wintery breath is already clouding the pond, frosting the pane, obscuring summer's memory...
...dark embers smolder inside me - one touch and they flare - who would have thought memory combustible, or near you bright sparks appear?...
...your memory is a warm stone hidden in my hand I'm always turning over...
...I want to live doubly - first with you and then afterwards in memory ...
...I've decided ... love is an eternity of slow motion replays ...
...Moonlight possesses no alchemy to transmute good motives to base, but it does excite love magic...
...loving a fairy lady with a magic song will leave you desolate on a cold hillside ... but from there you can see the stars...
...the magic of love runs at cross purposes with the rhythm of living...
...yes I understand your spells—your sex magic—at least, I know this: all lights dim when you walk in...
...writers, like priests, should have compassion...and a sensitivity to pain...
...it took me a lifetime of glimpses, but now I see you completely - did I tell you you're beautiful? so kind to animals, children and me...
...my heart rides the wind and my thoughts sail away - to a land below the horizon where I know you hide from me...
...all kinds of images swim like tropical fish in the bathysphere inside my skull ...
..snow gently settles like dust in a shaft - for one moment there is no one else - only the wind like the hiss of an ice skate ...
......and not out of fear or loneliness, but only to find myself again... for we have come too far my Life, to turn back now...
...across the snowy field the barn light gleams - it's the loneliness of November twilight...
...the monk beat me to break my spirit, incensed I knew Acquinas - angry, I knew his riddle - beauty is what is pleasing to the eye - he wasn't...
...here's what I've learned - people will hurt you, but you don't have to respond - not every mean comment or cruel act deserves to be noticed ...
...a sensual life is a ghostly existence where you live on the surface and your soul passes through everything, touching nothing ...
...if you don't regard your word as a sacred covenant, then there is nothing in you I can honor ...
...futility is being sorry while doing nothing to remove the cause ...
...when people oppose your view, you can become a lightning rod, but if I were you, I'd let them stew...
...I lost my illusions in a black rain of bitterness - now what do you see in my eyes? How can you still love me? How can I be tender? ...
...I'm not afraid of the opinions of others - but of being needed and coming up short ...
...I deliberately spilled the black ink of despair because my perfect soul was a stained glass illusion - can you understand that?...
...what is sacred is the other person -we forget that sometimes - and fail to honor who they are ...
... the scarlet thread,the red clay from which we were made, runs in tiny streams through all our veins, reminding us of where we began...
...we have entertained ourselves with the pornography of violence and inflamed passions that might otherwise have slumbered...
...we fear monsters because we fear the dark parts of ourselves...
...we each harbor a shadow self with shadowy motives and murky desires...
