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Long afloat on shipless oceans
I did all my best to smile
Till your singing eyes and fingers
Drew me loving to your isle

And you sang, sail to me, sail to me, let me enfold you
Here I am, here I am waiting to hold you

Did I dream you dreamed about me?
Were you hare when I was fox?
Now my foolish boat is leaning
Broken lovelorn on your rocks

For you sing, touch me not, touch me not, come back tomorrow
Oh, my heart, oh, my heart shies from the sorrow

I’m as puzzled as the newborn child
I’m as troubled as the tide
Should I stand amid the breakers?
Or should I lie with death, my bride?

Hear me sing, swim to me, swim to me, let me enfold you
Here I am, here I am waiting to hold you

In Your own Bosom You bear your
Heaven and Earth,
and all that You behold,
though it appears Without,
it is Within,
In Your Imagination
of which this World of Mortality
is but a Shadow.

~ William Blake ~

“I have never been able to draw a balance. I am always minus something. I have a reason therefore to go on. I am putting my whole life into the balance in order that it may produce nothing. To get to nothing you have lay out an infinitude of figures. That’s just it; in the living equation the sign for myself is infinity. To get nowhere you must traverse every known universe: you must be everywhere in order to be nowhere. To have disorder you must destroy every form of order. To go mad you must have a terrific accumulation of sanities. All the madmen whose works have inspired me were touched by a cold sanity.”
~Henry Miller, Black Spring

“The dreamers dream from the neck up,their bodies securely strapped to the electric chair. To imagine a new world is to live it daily, each thought, each glance, each step, each gesture killing and recreating, death always a step in advance. To spit on the past is not enough. To proclaim the future is not enough. One must act as if the past were dead and the future unrealizeable. One must act as if the next step were the last, which it is. Each step forward is the last, and with it a world dies, one’s self included. We are hereof the earth never to end, the past never ceasing, the future never beginning, the present never ending. The never-never world which we hold in our hands and see and yet is not our-selves. We are that which is never concluded, never shaped to be recognized, all there is and yet not the whole, the parts so much greather then the whole that only God the mathematician can figure it out.”

~Henry Miller, Black Spring