Thought is an infection. In the case of certain thoughts, it becomes an epidemic.
Thought is an infection. In the case of certain thoughts, it becomes an epidemic.
It can never be satisfied, the mind, never.
Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird I Among twenty snowy mountains, The only moving thing Was the eye of the blackbird. II I was of three minds, Like a tree In which there are three blackbirds. III The blackbird whirled in the autumn winds. It was a s.
To regard the imagination as metaphysics is to think of it as part of life, and to think of it as part of life is to realize the extent of artifice. We live in the mind.
The poem of the act of the mind.
Thought tends to collect in pools.
Within its vital boundary, in the mind.
Beauty is momentary in the mind. The fitful tracing of a portal But in the flesh it is immortal. The Body dies the body's beauty lives. So evenings die, in their green going, A wave, interminably flowing. So gardens die, their meek breath scenting The cowl of Winter, done repenting.
One must have a mind of winter to regard the frost and the boughs of the pine trees, crusted with snow, And have been cold a long time, to behold the junipers, shagged with ice, the spruces, rough in the distant glitter of the January sun, and not to think of any misery in the sound of the wind, in the sound of a few leaves, which is the sound of the land, full of the same wind, blowing in the same bare place for the listener, who listens in the snow, and, nothing herself, beholds nothing that is not there, and the nothing that is.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories