One day you see a side
that you never knew existed
and the vision shifts a little,
just very slightly altered,
but just enough to wonder
what else did you assume?
For you only moulded me
on what you wanted to see.
One day you see a side
that you never knew existed
and the vision shifts a little,
just very slightly altered,
but just enough to wonder
what else did you assume?
For you only moulded me
on what you wanted to see.
Yet, here we stand
with rules on rules
of how to love
and be loved.
Imposing limits
on that which is limitless.
As we confuse
what should be free,
turning a gift so true
into something
so confined.
All that you are
is an addition,
a simple bonus
that’s nowhere
near simple.
What words we use
to try and define,
how we explore
one point to another,
and to understand
that I am not yours,
nor you are mine.
We simply glide,
side by side
for a moment in time.
Who are you to know
the insides of me?
Why should you see
the thoughts that filter through?
You’re nothing but
a passing moment.
Already prepared
with a goodbye speech,
how the night was fun,
but now the sun has risen.
With the dawn, we rise.
But it is with the night
that we come alive.
Our true self realised
with dreams fast escaping,
seeping into reality,
becoming just a memory,
faster than we are ready.
“This is the source of the trouble. Persons tend to think and feel exclusively in one mode or the other and in doing so tend to misunderstand and underestimate what the other mode is all about. But no one is willing to give up the truth as he sees it, and as far as I know, no one now living has any real reconciliation of these truths or modes. There is no point at which these visions of reality are unified.”
“The world has no existence whatsoever outside the human imagination. It’s all a ghost, and in antiquity was so recognized as a ghost, the whole blessed world we live in. It’s run by ghosts. We see what we see because these ghosts show it to us, ghosts of Moses and Christ and the Buddha, and Plato, and Descartes, and Rousseau and Jefferson and Lincoln, on and on and on. Isaac Newton is a very good ghost. One of the best. Your common sense is nothing more than the voices of thousands and thousands of these ghosts from the past. Ghosts and more ghosts. Ghosts trying to find their place among the living.”
“You cannot get through a single day without having an impact on the world around you. What you do makes a difference, and you have to decide what kind of difference you want to make.”
“Life is nothing if not a random motion of coincidences and quirks of chance; it never goes as planned or as foretold; frequently one gains happiness from being obliged to follow an unchosen path, or misery from following a chosen one.”
Confession, I’ve never actually read the book. The Rolling Home posted this one on Instagram and I thought it was too good not to share (and their van is just too good).