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rolled down. As I
Night of limitless possibility expired, of a life forfeited, of a foreclosed
Thus with the wisest of you all; you are ever unfixed.
For Arthur, at last, had come.
He felt for a moment uncreated. Another kind of awake.
I have been enlightened. I have fallen into poetry and it has swallowed me up.
Now you are come! You tremble like a star Poised where, behind earth's rim, the sun has set. Your voice has sung across my heart, but numb And mute, I have no tones to answer.
Rest, Recreated, Refreshed and Refuel!
Awaken my strength.
'It is finished' is the triumphant cry that what I came to do has been done. All is accomplished, completed, fulfilled work.
The storm is ended! The impartial sunLaughs down upon the battle lost and won,And crowns the triumph of the cloudy hostIn rolling lines retreating to the coast.
You left ground and sky weeping, mind and soul full of grief. No one can take your place in existence or in absence.
Incontinent the void. The zenith. Evening again. When not night it will be evening. Death again of deathless day. On one hand embers. On the other ashes. Day without end won and lost. Unseen.
For my soul lies dormant, restless, waiting for that moment when shackles are cast aside and it is free to fly once more.
Breath and caught the
Awaken and rejoice. Awaken and be alive. Awaken to the possibility of being fulfilled.
Closing our books we walked into the air
The fixed is the world without fire- dead flint, dead tinder, and nowhere a spark. It is motion without direction, force without power, the aimless procession of caterpillars round the rim of a vase, and I hate it because at any moment I myself might step to that charmed and glistening thread.
All fled - all done, so lift me on the pyre
The Feast is over, and the lamps expire.
In the stillness of the mind I saw myself as I am - unbound.
Awake,arise,and assert yourself,you dreamers of the world. Your star is now in ascendancy.
I was helplessly captured; and hopelessly enraptured.
..left to myself I abandoned myself.
Shuttered like a fan no-one suspects your shoulder blades of wings. While you lay on your belly I kneaded the hard edges of your flight. You are a fallen angel but still as the angels are; body light as a dragonfly, great gold wings cut across the sun.
Here halt, I pray you, make a little stay. O wayfarer, to read what I have writ, And know by my fate what thy fate shall be. What thou art now, so shall thou be. The world's delight I followed with a heart Unsatisfied: ashes am I, and dust.
What's well begun is half done.
Now I am steel-set: I follow the call to the clear radiance and glow of the heights.
Your words seduced me,captured and imprisoned me in a world of wonders.
Enthralled, I lie at your feet,slayed and yearning for more of your magic.
I obtained not the least thing from unexcelled, complete awakening, and for this very reason it is called unexcelled, complete awakening.
My help had been needed and claimed; I had given it: I was pleased to have done something: trivial, transitory though the deed was, it was yet an active thing, and I was weary of an existence all passive.
Let not sleep fall upon thy eyes till thou has thrice reviewed the transactions of the past day. Where have I turned aside from rectitude? What have I been doing? What have I left undone, which I ought to have done?
Soulless. Banished. But never forgotten.
Awake and asleep the novel is with you, dogging your footsteps. Strange formless bits of material float out from the ether about you and attach themselves to the main body of the story as though they had hung suspended in air for years, waiting.
Ready to go but never to return.
Resolved to act right.
shut and slipped into
Suddenly I was struck motionless: I was living through the first chapter of a novel in which I was the heroine; she was still almost a child, but we, too, were growing up.
I had arrived. I'd done it. It seemed like such a small thing and such a tremendous thing at once, like a secret I'd always tell myself though I didn't know the meaning of it just yet.
But the day is spent;
And stars are kindling in the firmament,
To us how silent
though like ours, perchance,
Busy and full of life and circumstance.
I am Violet lasting again. I am home.
As so often happens, the thing left undone tires you most of all, you only feel rested when it has been accomplished.
Let me not die unremembered.
untangled him and carried him out. High above
Again from its brumal sleep
Was so proud that night, so self-possessed, standing tall, fully inhabited. I owned myself, felt fully mine to give.
Like a full-fed guest, depart to rest ...
My soul wandered, happy, sad, unending.
Awake,chaos:we have napped.
Kaltain flowed into the room, spreading her arms wide, and became shadowfire, became freedom and triumph, became a promise hissed in a dungeon beneath a glass castle:
Punish them all.
Been stolen from Finn
If some people are "outed," are other people "inned"? Can we say that someone has been "besided" or "overed"?
Unheralded we came into this world. Unheralded we will go out. But while we are in this world, we do such deeds that even if this generation does not remember, the next generation cannot forget.
Dead. It sounds final but it's a word missing an ing.
Poised for flight, Wings spread bright, Spring from night into the Sun.
You lethargic, waiting upon me,
waiting for the fire and I
attendant upon you, shaken by your beauty
Shaken by your beauty
Shaken.
My aching heart was soothed; I let myself be borne upon the current of this gentle night ...
finished. I had to tell
I dropped a word from the string of negative adjectives that had trailed behind me like tin cans behind the village idiot. Unappreciated, unloved, unmarried. But no longer unpublished.
Long my imprisoned spirit lay Fast bound in sin and nature's night; Thine eye diffused a quickening ray, I woke, the dungeon flamed with light; My chains fell off, my heart was free, I rose, went forth, and followed Thee.
The course of a man's destiny can seem sharply altered by a sudden illumination. But illumination is no more than the Spirit's sudden vision of a road that is long prepared. Gradually I learned grammar. I practiced syntax. My feelings were awakened. Then a poem suddenly blazed in my heart.
Left alone, I was passive; repulsed, I withdrew; forgotten - my lips would not utter, nor my eyes dart a reminder.
Armed I am with love. Disarmed I am.
glowered, and she returned
LEASE
Life Ends And Session Expires
Kamil Ali - Poem, The Balance' - Profound Vers-A-Tales
might have been teleported to the
Ignite, my love. Ignite.
Over. Done. Gone.-- Wen Spencer
Be sure that head and heart were laid
In wisdom down, content to die.
Be sure he faced the Starless Sky
Unduped, unmurmuring, unafraid.
("The Passing of Bierce")
Saw the sun rise. A lovely apricot sky with flames in it and then solemn pink. Heavens, how beautiful...I feel so full of love to-day after having seen the sun rise.
And at long last, Aelin Ashryver Galathynius was home.
Naked and restrained, this darkness cannot be contained, you, my esclave, have been claimed..
The evening lay out against the sky
Like a patient, etherised on a table
the sleeper must awaken
congratulated or "saved"?
Gone. Vanished. Nothing left. Nothing said.
The light died on the window-sill as the last survivor of a charge dies on the enemy parapet, murdered but glorious.
Determined, I rise
and face the dawn with resolve.
This time I will win.
The start and unexpected miracle of a night fades out with the lingering death of the last starts and the premature birth of the first newsboys. The flame retreats to some remote and platonic fire; the white heat has gone from the iron and the glow from the coal.
Delivered from the galling yoke of time.
Honor Lost
Ambulant sunshine pierced
the soot covered glass ~
the feeble man wandered by
in this ritual morning pass ...
When I was supposed to be awake, I was asleep. When I was supposed to sleep, I was silent. When a pleasure offered itself to me, I avoided it.
You are redeemed and you are also victorious, over your sins in Jesus.
The air smelled of gunpowder when Daniel emerged from the Angel tube stop and headed for Islington Police Station. It was midsummer and airless, the moon slipping unseen into a bright, troubled sky. The day was gravid, ready to burst. As
By dawn you were pure electric. You pulsed like a star. You awoke in the last darkness before the light poured in.
Inspiration arrived as a result of profound indolence ... I awoke with a start and witnessed as from a seat in a theatre, three acts of a potentially awesome play.
I roused myself from the book which I was dreaming over rather than reading,
As I lifted her up in my arms, my heart racing with delight;
I knew in that moment, my bookmark had found a new home for a night;
In the midway of this our mortal life,
I found me in a gloomy wood, astray,
Gone from the path direct.
The blazing wings of dawn spirited me away, Dragon-swift above the suns-rise, Flying to my destiny beyond the clouds.
Awake! Arise! And be exalted! Make your life a success!.
I was on the abutment.
Up here on this forgotten elbow of land, I have nothing to lose, and though I am more afraid now than I have ever been, I am relieved, I am unburdened, I am ascending.
In order to get up you have had to fell down
Relax, Recharge,
Renew, Restored.
And once you are awake, you shall remain awake eternally.
The descent beckons
as the ascent beckoned
A burthen cheerfully borne becomes light
The path to my fixed purpose is laid with iron rails whereon my soul is grooved to run
Unsung, the noblest deed will die.
They stood by the open window of their hotel room with the rain sweeping into their faces. A bolt of lightning lit up the Grand Canal. Struck it out of the darkness in a searing eloquent flash. The expectation was that the night to come would be no less bracing, no less eloquent.