At the still point of the turning world.

At the still point of the turning world.
Neither flesh nor fleshless;
Neither from nor towards;
at the still point,
there the dance is,
But neither arrest nor movement.

And do not call it fixity,
Where past and future are gathered.
Neither movement from nor towards,
Neither ascent nor decline.

Except for the point, the still point,
There would be no dance,
and there is only the dance.

T.S. Eliot



The stars passed through his soul


What is Love? I have met in the streets a very poor young man who was in love. His hat was old, his coat worn, the water passed through his shoes and the stars through his soul. — Victor Hugo

Agnes Miller Parker
Agnes Miller Parker

This is to be my symphony

To live content with small means; to seek elegance rather than luxury, and refinement rather than fashion, to be worthy, not respectable, and wealthy, not rich; to study hard, think quietly, talk gently, act frankly, to listen to stars and birds, to babes and sages, with open heart, to bear all cheerfully, to all bravely await occasions, hurry never. In a word, to let the spiritual unbidden and unconscious grow up through the common. This is to be my symphony.”  — William Henry Channing

The Shadow Hand (1896) by Charles Lacoste
The Shadow Hand (1896) by Charles Lacoste



The Boy who Sees with his Heart

Most people are like a falling leaf that drifts and turns in the air, flutters, and falls to the ground. But a few others are like stars which travel one defined path: no wind reaches them, they have within themselves their guide and path — Hermann Hesse

Gustaf Fjaestad (Swedish, 1968-1948)      The Boy Who Sees with His Heart, 1898
Gustaf Fjaestad (Swedish, 1968-1948) The Boy Who Sees with His Heart, 1898


“At times I feel as if I am spread out over the landscape and inside things, and am myself living in every tree, in the splashing of the waves, in the clouds and the animals that come and go, in the procession of the seasons.”
Carl Jung

‘Earthcoat_ by Robert and Shana Parke Harrison
‘Earthcoat’ by Robert and Shana Parke Harrison

They find countless mysterious ways

“Separated lovers cheat absence by a thousand fancies which have their own reality.
They are prevented from seeing one another and they cannot write;
nevertheless they find countless mysterious ways of corresponding,
by sending each other the song of birds,
the scent of flowers,
the laughter of children,
the light of the sun,
the sighing of the wind,
and the gleam of the stars – all the beauties of creation.”
– Victor Hugo

Frederick Walker, 1871



“A Stranger, who can know what this word means.”

What does this sudden awakening mean, in this dark room, with the sounds of a city that has suddenly become strange? And everything is strange to me, everything, without a single person who belongs to me, with no place to heal this wound. What am I doing here, what is the point of these smiles and gestures? I am not from here—not from anywhere else either. And the world has become merely an unknown landscape where my heart can lean on nothing.

Albert Camus

From: Paris from Camus’s Notebooks

By Alice Kaplan 

Our life’s potential reveals itself in glimpses

The story of our life does already exist in potential, and is pushing to come into being, through we only get glimpses of it bit by bit.

J. Gary Sparks

Agostino Arrivabene.

Do as Does the Sculptor of a Statue

Alfred Kubin – The Guardian


‘Withdraw into yourself and look; and if you do not find yourself beautiful as yet, do as does the sculptor of a statue … cut away all that is excessive, straighten all that is crooked, bring light to all that is shadowed … do not cease until there shall shine out on you the Godlike Splendour of Beauty; until you see temperance surely established in the stainless shrine.

Artwork: Alfred Kubin (1877 – 1959)