I like to think some part of me, the immortal part of me that feels and remembers beyond what the flesh is capable of, sees to the end of all things.
Author: athlynne
"From mirror after mirror,
No vanity's displayed.
I'm looking for the face I had
Before the world was made."
- W.B. Yeats
The Stone-Sleeper’s Lament
Cut from The Happiness to Sleep for length purposes.
Souvent Me Souviens
I remember often the golden childhoods of this life and the last. Continue reading “Souvent Me Souviens”
L’Appel du Vide
Life begins with a long stare into the darkness.
What Is Sacred
“In the fairy tale, an incomprehensible happiness rests upon an incomprehensible condition. A box is opened and all evils fly out. A word is forgotten and cities perish. A lamp is lit and love flies away. An apple is eaten and the hope of God is gone.” G.K. Chesterton, Orthodoxy
I was asked once what I love, and this was qualified by, what to you is sacred?
Walk Into the Light.
I used to dream of it…
When I go to the scaffold, it’s always alone.
