Poems

February 28, 2020June 19, 2020 ddangler

Selling Our Soul to Time

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Time is the greatest of all warriors
What it doesn’t destroy it alters beyond recognition. Time tears down everything, yet we cling to it rather then love. We brace our backs against the void desperate to hold onto the past, to ourselves, to our ghosts.
And in that desperation, we only keep those who let us believe this illusion;

Denying true love, so we can feel young.

From Season 2 of Altered Carbon

January 1, 2020June 9, 2020 ddangler

Is Love a Fancy or a Feeling?

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Is love a fancy, or a feeling? No.
It is immortal as immaculate Truth.
Tis not a blossom shed as soon as youth
Drops from the stem of life- for it will grow,
In barren regions, where no waters flow
Nor ray of promise cheats the pensive gloom.
A darkling fire, faint hovering o’er a tomb,
That but itself and darkness nought doth shew
Is my love’s beauty, – yet it cannot die,
Nor will it change, though all be changed beside;
Tho’ fairest beauty be no longer fair,
Tho’ vows be false, and faith itself deny,
Tho’ sharp enjoyment be a suicide,
And hope a spectre in a ruin bare.

by Hartley Coleridge

December 13, 2019June 26, 2020 ddangler

A Prayer for Your Wild Soul

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Give yourself time to make a prayer that will become the prayer of your soul. Listen to the voices of longing in your soul. Listen to your hungers.

Give attention to the unexpected that lives around the rim of your life. Listen to your memory and to the in rush of your future, to the voices of those near you and those you have lost.

Out of all of that attention to your soul, make a prayer that is big enough for your wild soul, yet tender enough for your shy and awkward vulnerability; that has enough healing to gain the ointment of divine forgiveness for your wounds; enough truth and vigour to challenge your blindness and complacency; enough graciousness and vision to mirror your immortal beauty.

Write a prayer that is worthy of the destiny to which you have been called.

John O’Donohue, at Cliff’s of Moher

November 22, 2019June 19, 2020 ddangler

Eternity and madness

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“Love releases us into the devine imagination, where the soul is expanded and reminded of its unearthly cravings and needs. We think that when a lover inflates his loved one he is failing to acknowledge her flaws – “Love is blind.” But it may be the other way around. Love allows a person to see the true angelic nature of another person, the halo, the aureole of divinity. Certainly from the perspective of ordinary life this is madness and illusion. But if we let loose our hold on our philosophies and psychologies of enlightenment and reason, we might learn to appreciate the perspective of eternity that enters life as madness, Plato’s divine frenzy.” Thomas Moore