Winter
"WINTER"
the beautiful season
of suspension
where we find
our true selves
hibernating
under sacred blankets
of wisdom won
dreaming of all
the days past, gone
in the never complete
and we dream
in songs
of the other life
approaching
beautiful,
inviolate,
lilting pure,
lighter, pristine,
more truer
than true
than the heavy
coloured cloaks
covering lost victories
in the dedicated Obscure
never wrong
never won
(LadyLabyrinth/ 2021)
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(john 1:42 NIV)
“In Exile”, The Silver Tree/Lisa Gerrard
https://youtu.be/fjXqfjjFK_k
(john 1 NIV)
“O light! This is the cry
of all the characters
of ancient drama
brought face to face
with their fate.
This last resort
was ours, too,
and I knew it now.
In the middle of winter
I at last discovered
that there was in me
an invincible summer.”
(Albert Camus, L’été)
“A poet is a blind optimist.
The world is against him
for many reasons.
But the poet persists.
He believes
that he is on the right track,
no matter what
any of his fellow men say.
In his eternal search for truth,
the poet is alone.
He tries to be timeless
in a society built on time.”
(Kerouac)
"For small creatures
such as we,
the vastness
is bearable
only through
love."
(Carl Sagan)
“There are things known
and there are things unknown,
and in between
are the doors of perception.”
(Aldous Huxley)
"As Above, So Below"
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/As_above,_so_below
https://linguaholic.com/linguablog/as-above-so-below-meaning/
https://wikireligions.com/as-above-so-below/
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