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This silence felt not like the absence but the presence of something. I felt seen. It was so quiet it felt loud, like that moment between a breath in and a breath out. The woods' lungs seemed full, as if they were ready at any moment to speak.
Absence cools moderate passions, and inflames violent ones; just as the wind blows out candles, but kindles fires.
A poem does not radiate from the name, but the name emanates from the poem.
Invoking removes darkness and brings forth radiant lights.
Man is like a star, they both need to emanate to be.
Any 'transmitting' device or applied technical method, which gets in the way of the 'transmission'/message/story, etc., is a negative element, garbling that which ought to be clear and instantly understood, and ought to be simply-stated with economy!
The fires pool and strut; they flow up the sides of the ramparts like tides; they splash into alleys, over rooftops, through a carpark. Smoke chases dust; ash chases smoke. A newsstand floats, burning.
For all the discerning talk, it's the close at hand, the visible that exerts the overpowering force. And what we don't see ...
Nothing is more unaccountable than the spell that often lurks in a spoken word. A thought may be present to the mind, and two minds conscious of the same thought, but as long as it remains unspoken their familiar talk flows quietly over the hidden idea.
Anon out of the earth a fabric huge Rose, like an exhalation.
Well, you know ... experience is a muffled lantern that throws light only on the bearer ... it's incommunicable ...
In the dark parlor we move away from each other, slowly, as if pulled towards each other by a force, current, pulled apart also by hands equally strong. I
Between me and you barriers abide and irresistible truths;how can I come out if not become the light that penetrates matter?
In the shadows nothing exists except a burning flame to flow in the dreams.
By means of all created things, without excaption, the divine assails us, penetrates us, and molds us. We imagined it as distant and inaccessible, when in fact we live steeped in its burning layers
What comes from outside, one mistakes it as coming from inside. So many thoughts etc. move about outside in the universal - these manifest inside you. All these you must push away as foreign to you and the inside must be made peaceful, calm and quiet; then it will start descending from above.
The dusk runs down the lane driven like hail;
Far off a precise whistle is escheat
To the dark; and then the towering weak and pale ...
Sound, in its distributive and dislocating permeability appears as if from everywhere; it flows as an environmental flux, leaving objects and bodies behind to collect others in its movement
The Feeling Being
As an open fire in a dark room throws romance and pathos into the quiet faces at its edge, so she cast her lights and shadows around the rooms that held her,
What folly takes light through ether to each eye from every horizon.
When you are truly present, you illuminate everything around you.
The pressed oil of words can blaze up into music, into image, into the heart and mind's knowledge. The lit and shadowed places within us can be warmed.
sinister in the air, as if the arrival
We withdraw not to disappear, but to find another ground from which to see; a solid ground from which to step, and from which to speak again, in a different way, a clear, rested, embodied voice we begin to remember again as our own.
Absence becomes the greatest Presence.
The hand opens to the word, opens to distance.
Mental communication without verbalization ... all space is made up of waves and we are constantly sending and receiving messages from our brain.
Scatter as a prayer
escaping my lips...
blooming in clouds.
It was a foggy day in London, and the fog was heavy and dark. Animate London, with smarting eyes and irritated lungs, was blinking, wheezing, and choking; inanimate London was a sooty spectre, divided in purpose between being visible and invisible, and so being wholly neither.
The visible emerged from the invisible.
It radiates out from him like a cloud of ghosts, countless hands clutching at the air, reaching out for ... something.
The presence in the living room called to her, summoning her in a hundred voices and none, a great dissonant harmony alien yet familiar, like a song that, once heard, insinuates itself into one's history, finding echoes in old melodies; a configuration once hidden, now revealed. Step,
Sense your presence, the naked, unveiled, unclothed beingness. It is untouched by young or old, rich or poor, good or bad, or any other attributes.
The word connects the visible trace with the invisible thing, the absent thing, the thing that is desired or feared, like a frail emergency bridge flung over an abyss.
We only radiate the inner self.
The visible exhausts me. I am dissolved in shadow.
The speaker catches fire
looking at their faces.
jump down to stand
in listener's places.
Black smoke, the flickering sister of fire.
If you feel good about who you are inside, it will radiate.
Being is seeing in the human dimension.
Behold a fire from the opposite shore.
No reflecting reader can deny that the passing off, on an unsuspecting listener, of noises for words, or symbols, must be classified as a fraud, or that we pass to the other fellow contagious semantic disturbances.
Enveloped in a common mist, we seem to walk in clearness ourselves, and behold only the mist that enshrouds others.
A thing which is present can be invisible, hidden by what it shows
Weakness is emanating from the crowd
hidden from her. Still, the air is lighted and bright.
Coming nearer and
The visible reminder of Invisible Light.
Dark embers smolder inside me - one touch and they flare - who would have thought memory combustible, or near you bright sparks appear? ...
Artistic talent is like a brilliant firework which streaks across a pitch-black night, inspiring awe among onlookers but extinguishing itself in seconds, leaving behind only darkness and longing.
Exhuberance is Beauty.
My aim is to show the visible as possibility in a state of perpetual becoming.
The word 'escape' was suggestive
If we could be seen thinking, we would show blown bright one moment, dark the next, like embers; subject to every passing word and thought of our own or other people's, mostly other people's.
I am illuminated within by a diminishing light.
The night is falling down around us. Meteors rain like fireworks, quick rips in the seam of the dark ... Every second, another streak of silver glows: parentheses, exclamation points, commas - a whole grammar made of light, for words too hard to speak.
We act as a conduit for the observers' unexpressed desires, the silent appreciation they may contain for anything; a lover, a river, a building even
There are sicknesses that walk in darkness, and there are exterminating angels who fly wrapt up in the curtains of immateriality and an uncommunicating nature; whom we cannot see but we feel their foorce and sink under their sword.
It is of eloquence as of a flame; it requires matter to feed it, and motion to excite it; and it brightens as it burns.
What but a pestilential vapour can hover over society when its chief director is only instructed in the invention of crimes, or the stupid routine of childish ceremonies?
The air between them seemed to accumulate energy.
The wood echoed to the hoarse ringing of other saws; somewhere, very far away, a nightingale was trying out its voice, and at longer intervals a blackbird whistled as if blowing dust out of a flute. Even the engine steam rose into the sky warbling like milk boiling up on a nursery alchohol stove.
The inscrutable outpourings bend and intermix, each one a tributary unto the others, until the whole expands ineluctably into a spiraling morass that drowns the mouths from which it has come and subsumes the space almost entirely in black Finn (p112).
They come through you but not from you,
Sometimes the emptiness in a room becomes palpable as if you could reach out and touch it real, hear its silence, feel its black nothingness. It invades your spirit, your soul like a stealthy misperception; a liquid lie that whispers and will not die, and makes you fight to stay alive.
Like rays of glory from heaven, piercing the dusty gloom of the church, making each airborne mote shine like a star.
Mark the spirit of invention everywhere, thy rapid patents, Thy continual workshops, foundries, risen or rising, See, from their chimneys how the tall flame-fires stream.
Near even a candle, the visible heat. So it is with a person in love.
Their reflection in the glass. The water behind them stretched distant and black. I stood in the doorway a long, long time, unsure of what to do or say. I wasn't interested in their
Always radiate positive currents of ... Light, Goodness, Love, Kindness, Hope and Determination.
Despair ... It hides away propagates, expands, and finally explodes
Letters to absence can a voice impart, And lend a tongue when distance gags the heart.
a deep smothering emptiness
A translucent person appears to glow as if from the inside. It's as though they've been lit up from inside and they appear to emit light.
Though thou art far away, thy rays are on Earth; Though thou art in their faces, no one knows thy going.
I paint to rest from the phenomena of the external world-to pronounce and to make notations of its essences with which to verify the inner eye.
All perceptible matter comes from a primary substance, or tenuity beyond conception, filling all space, the akasha or luminiferous ether, which is acted upon by the life giving Prana or creative force, calling into existence, in never-ending cycles all things and phenomena.
Their best; get them out into the air; and cure their ills by the magnetism of more active,
What seems to be coming at you is really coming from you
Consciousness is a process of constant alienation. The mind, through reflection, confronting itself.
I believe that writing is an account of the powers of extrication.
Insights and perceptions pass through the mind like fleet fireflies. Lit for an instant, then gone back into the dark.
Abundance is a process of letting go; that which is empty can receive.
It had been quiet in Estha's head until Rahel came. But with her she had brought the sound of passing trains, and the light and shade and light and shade that falls on you if you have a window seat
As individuals, we must think nobler thoughts. We must not encourage vile thoughts or low aspirations. We shall radiate them if we do. If we think noble thoughts, if we encourage and cherish noble aspirations, there will be that radiation when we meet people, especially when we associate with them.
The mist after rain, uninterrupted rainfall on rooftops, pitter-patter intellect. The thoughts I leave behind like footsteps.
Through the orifice of silence, the whole geyser of Bliss, perpetually shoots up and flows over the soul.
Descending thru your voice like a song, like a cascade of orchids in an afternoon, eternal falls to the Sun.
Hear them breathing and an unfamiliar scent filled the air, something brisk and fresh, that brought with it a chill that crept into my room. They did not speak. I rolled off my bed, making much
Manifestation is a process by which we transform seemingly unrealizable imaginations to reality.
The atmosphere rare and pure, danger near and the spirit full of a joyful wickedness:
My small torrent of words dissipated into an elaborate sense of expanding and receding. It was my entrance into the radiance of imagination.
Standing in this glittering room with the music in the background and the press and hum of scores of people, the clink of glasses, the faint smells of warmth, champagne, stiff material and sometimes of flowers and perfume,
The truth within moves as intimacy of being.
Eternally the embers glow masterfully fueled by lovers passion.
A clean light soaked into the shaggy bark of a eucalyptus and it was a powerful thing to see, the whole tree glowed, it showed electric and intense, the branches ran to soft fire, the tree seemed revealed.
The majesty of a glowing light shines from within - CV
Absence abates a moderate passion and intensifies a great one - as the wind blows out a candle but fans fire into flame.