(Source: tamaralich, via evolvernet)
american dreams superimposed
over the indian summers day
and all i can think about is natives
sit still on ancient rock
apart from the quarry
and the wooden wonder
house plopped on the
coast line
descending with
cola
swimsuits
& smiles
what more
could you want?
what more could you
get?!
a window view of
every sun
set
the wind-blows
thru the
mesh
the lapping of waves
the rhythmic performance
of oars lull you with
gentle hypnosis
it’s a sea-side parade
glued on
paradise
i can’t help thinking
about natives
& azteks
akhnaton
& alchemists
even Tim
thinking about the ether
i can’t bare the either or
we’ll claim back the land &
resume an Old world order!
between the sun & moon
where the creation is incomplete
& the work is all consuming
the dream is persuasive
awakening from Maya
& shaking off the holly
shaking off the stardust
we track old paths in the
mind
awakening from Maya
& shaking off the holly
shaking off the stardust
we plot new maps of
the mind
The test of a first-rate intelligence is the ability to hold two opposed ideas in the mind at the same time, and still retain the ability to function.
—F. Scott Fitzgerald (via allmymetaphors)
(via silentones)
(Source: bustakay)
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(via wisefaces)
Loneliness does not derive from the fact of not having anybody around, but from the inability to communicate things that seem important or give value to certain thoughts that others find inadmissible.
When a man knows more than others he becomes lonely.
But solitude is not necessarily enemy of friendship, because nobody is more sensitive to reports than the reclusive, and friendship blooms only when an individual is mindful of his own individuality and do not identify the others.
—(from memories, dreams, reflections of C.G.Jung)
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