Oct 15, 2009

The big reveal

On rare occasions life pulls back the curtain and shows you who your real friends are.  It's painful and liberating at the same time.  It's a cleaning house of sorts.  More later.

Oct 6, 2009

Moving On...

How shall I go in peace and without sorrow? Nay, not without a wound in the spirit shall I leave this city.

Long were the days of pain I have spent within its walls, and long were the nights of aloneness; and who can depart from his pain and his aloneness without regret?  Too many fragments of the spirit I have scattered in these streets, and too many are the children of my longing that walk naked among these hills, and I cannot withdraw from them without a burden and an ache. It is not a garment I cast off this day, but a skin that I tear with my own hands.  Nor is it a thought I leave behind me, but a heart made sweet with hunger and thirst.

Yet I cannot tarry longer.

The sea that calls all things unto her calls me, and I must embark.  For to stay, though the hours burn in the night, is to freeze and crystallize and be bound in a mould.  Fain would I take with me all that is here.  But how shall I?

A voice annot carry the tongue and the lips that gave it wings.  Alone must it seek the ether.

And alone and without his nest shall the eagle fly across the sun.

--Kahlil Gibran, "The Prophet"