And if the Wine you drink, the Lip you press,
End in the Nothing all Things end in - Yes

–Omar Khayyam


Monday, November 28, 2016

A Messenger from the Horizon, excerpt





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Pardon all runners,
All speechless, alien winds,
All mad waters.

Pardon their impulses,
Their wild attitudes,
Their young flights, their reticence.

When a message has no clothes on
How can it be spoken.

–Thomas Merton


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