via Eric Vogt
we wear our vanity as a fine cloak or dress, thinking it indestructible, permanent, like some ancient temple, the mountains, the sea,
art, identity, or love...
"Don't confuse motion and progress. A rocking horse keeps moving but doesn't make any progress."
I headed to the small funky store less traveled by, and that made all the difference...
Don't get caught in 'why' and 'what if.' This mad, sanguine world--for all the yawp and bluster, you barely scratched the surface, lad.
my friend the monarch,
I almost didn't see you there
in the filthy Chicago street.
"love. this is how it ends-
insidious, you crawl into my night-thoughts:
arise and burn for me."
...It wasn't the love she had envisioned.
What or where is that sense of total acceptance, belonging and comfort? Are you comfortable in your own skin? Is home really where the heart is? Is it even spatial?
'A fight is going on inside me,' he said to the boy. 'It is a terrible fight between two wolves."