May 2010
4 posts
bit from 'metamorphoses', ovid
The House of the Goddess Envy
She groaned aloud and sighed for that bright presence. Pale, skinny, squint-eyed, mean, her teeth are red With rust, her breast is green with gall, her tongue Suffused with poison, and she never laughs Except when watching pain; she never sleeps, Too troubled by anxiety; if men Succeed, she fails; consumes, and is consumed, Herself her punishment.
“And who by brave assent, who by accident,
who in solitude, who in this mirror,...”
– who by fire - leonard cohen
bit from 'in it what's in it', prakash kona
If I am between morning and night
I am not in any other space.
If for a fraction of an instant I have seen extinction,
I am free of the coils of the mortal world.
I am free of words.
I am free of silence.
I am free of the difference between you and me.
I am...