"I have woken up
With heart broken again
No smart poetic answers
To the suffering that rages
In places I do not know
No fancy spiritual philosophy
That shields them
When the bombs fall
Just a tiny voice that whispers
The love of peace
Even in the midst of war."
~ Kaviji
and
"The Second Coming
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?"
- William Butler Yeats 1919
A short meditation for those that feel connected to do so <3
There is a silence amongst much of humanity right now, as happens it times like these.
I just wanted to send my love out to the world tonight. The only thing i can do
With heart broken again
No smart poetic answers
To the suffering that rages
In places I do not know
No fancy spiritual philosophy
That shields them
When the bombs fall
Just a tiny voice that whispers
The love of peace
Even in the midst of war."
~ Kaviji
and
"The Second Coming
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?"
- William Butler Yeats 1919
A short meditation for those that feel connected to do so <3
There is a silence amongst much of humanity right now, as happens it times like these.
I just wanted to send my love out to the world tonight. The only thing i can do
