It seems that she doesn't even need
to complete a circle,
as you wrote in your journal
days before India.
Unlike the tree
Love travels back at each moment to her
original form.
To a primal time
before the transformation she underwent
to be a tool
or a symbol
of human passion.
I had never heard of Aldous Huxley; the closest I’d got to magic was Harry Potter, which I took as pure fiction. Then my best friend, who was having similar experiences through various white powders, told me about The Secret.
How do we speak, not to the defenses and the armor, the puffed chests and bolstered cases, but to the innocent creatures beneath, rattled and confused? How do we step into the battlefield with curiosity, not to fight, but to call one another home? How do we call each other back to our own ...
Don’t let anyone take apart your thoughts, dissecting you like a first-year medical student’s cadaver. Your thoughts, your perceptions, are a mosaic of your life steps and their resulting feelings. Your thoughts are not unlike a painting one may stop in front of for minutes, even hours, in a ...