Invictus
Out of the night that covers me
Black as the pit from pole to pole
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid
It matters not how strait the gate
How charged with punishments the scroll
I am the master of my fate
I am the captain of my soul
~William Ernest Henley
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9a3oHeTM0Gw
Tuesday, March 18, 2014
Monday, March 17, 2014
Lord of the Dance
You have not danced so badly, my dear
Trying to hold hands with the Beautiful One
You have waltzed with great style,
My sweet, crushed angel,
To have even neared God's heart at all
Our Partner is notoriously difficult to follow
And even His best musicians are not always easy to hear
So what,
If the music has stopped for awhile
So what,
If the price of admission to the Divine is out of reach tonight
So what, my dear
If you do not have the ante to gamble for Real Love
The mind and body are notorious for holding the heart ransom, but Hafiz
knows the Beloveds eternal habits
Have patience,
For He will not be able to resist your longing for long
You have not danced so badly, my dear
Trying to kiss the Beautiful One
You have actually waltzed with tremendous style,
O my sweet,
O my sweet, crushed angel*
~Hafiz
http://www.illusionsgallery.com/Wounded-angel.html
*(for the remarkable map--to lead you from the lie)
Trying to hold hands with the Beautiful One
You have waltzed with great style,
My sweet, crushed angel,
To have even neared God's heart at all
Our Partner is notoriously difficult to follow
And even His best musicians are not always easy to hear
So what,
If the music has stopped for awhile
So what,
If the price of admission to the Divine is out of reach tonight
So what, my dear
If you do not have the ante to gamble for Real Love
The mind and body are notorious for holding the heart ransom, but Hafiz
knows the Beloveds eternal habits
Have patience,
For He will not be able to resist your longing for long
You have not danced so badly, my dear
Trying to kiss the Beautiful One
You have actually waltzed with tremendous style,
O my sweet,
O my sweet, crushed angel*
~Hafiz
http://www.illusionsgallery.com/Wounded-angel.html
*(for the remarkable map--to lead you from the lie)
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