I will watch the shadows in the glass.

When the birds sing in the evening, I will listen.

I can wait...

As long as there are gardens and as long as there are longings.

"As we advance in life, we acquire a keener sense of the value of time. Nothing else, indeed, seems of any consequence; and we become misers in this respect. We try to arrest its few last tottering steps, and to make it linger on the brink of the grave. We can never leave off wondering how that which has ever been should cease to be, and would stil ( Read more... )

There is something wonderful in the air. The breeze today has been dropping maddening hints of it, and in the rustling of the leaves there is the laughter of the gods ( Read more... )

The question has been running through my head all day long.

I wonder if I will ever find what I'm looking for.

Perhaps it is not the finding that is important, after all.

Just the quest.

...to follow knowledge like a sinking star, beyond the utmost bound of human thought.

I forget what I was going to say.

No doubt it was nonsensical or dull or both.

Oh well.

The face of all the world is changed, I think ( Read more... )

My Love is of a birth as rare ( Read more... )

All day I have been haunted by a sense of something. In the wind I can hear it; in the grass I can feel it. It is above, below, around, and within all at once, and I feel as though my very soul is stretching to contain the enormity of it.  It is like looking into ten thousand crystals, and seeing endless, brilliant light within the heart of each ( Read more... )

Hm. Comments posted to my journal is currently at the nice, round, stable number of 1,000.

That is a lot.

Autumn is in the air and in my blood.

Still I long for imperishable bliss.

Still I burn with a smoldering, Promethean fire.