Summers and solitude, winters and wistfulness. God, Arctic snow and strawberries.
Monday, June 25, 2007
lux aeterna
No stargazing these days. This is what midnight looks like in the month of June. But to walk through the dew on a summer's night, picking flowers, to the symphony of all the birds... This is what I was made to do.
Truly the land of the midnight sun, isn't it? I suppose you Finns must be used, but to us tropicals . . . it takes some amount of gaping.
I'm sure that when the stars do come out, they'll be all the more welcome. In the meantime, the walk thru the summer dew sounds promising enough for you.
Getting to find the Bible pretty much a man (er...) after my own heart. I do have the unfortunate habit of being obstinate to the extreme. Glad to find a supporter in the holy writ. heh.
About your earthly nomenclature, mum's the word. It's nice though. FIts the pianopoet image somehow.
Yes, it's good to know that so many of us are peripheral drifters. Gives a sense of Oneness. Ach... I am using a Trekkie word again... And it's very reassuring to know that you are one, PP.
I suppose I do drift across. A dilettante, am I. Something of a drifter in my hobbies, my habits. And I prefer this to others, as you said, rooted in their false sense of security and power. These megalomaniacs will never understand... what the Truth is.
I thank you for feeling so. It's wonderful.. this feeling. And very disheartening at the same time. The void should fill.. somehow... it should. I just hope I get to the source and fill it up to the brim with the liquid of Life. For now it just has a little liquor of Hope in it.
5 comments:
Wow... That is midnight? Seriously?
I am in awe of the Finns. How do the people survive without the stars to guide them... that too for such a long time?
I suppose you make it up when the stars bathe the sky at 1200 hours sometime later...
Astounding!
Truly the land of the midnight sun, isn't it? I suppose you Finns must be used, but to us tropicals . . . it takes some amount of gaping.
I'm sure that when the stars do come out, they'll be all the more welcome. In the meantime, the walk thru the summer dew sounds promising enough for you.
Getting to find the Bible pretty much a man (er...) after my own heart. I do have the unfortunate habit of being obstinate to the extreme. Glad to find a supporter in the holy writ. heh.
About your earthly nomenclature, mum's the word. It's nice though. FIts the pianopoet image somehow.
Oh, I'm sorry to say you'd've been somewhat dissappointed at the biceps of the violinists.
Quite infinite, dear PP... But you'll get there during winter, I am sure!
{My answer}
Yes, it's good to know that so many of us are peripheral drifters. Gives a sense of Oneness. Ach... I am using a Trekkie word again...
And it's very reassuring to know that you are one, PP.
I suppose I do drift across. A dilettante, am I. Something of a drifter in my hobbies, my habits. And I prefer this to others, as you said, rooted in their false sense of security and power. These megalomaniacs will never understand... what the Truth is.
I thank you for feeling so. It's wonderful.. this feeling.
And very disheartening at the same time. The void should fill.. somehow... it should. I just hope I get to the source and fill it up to the brim with the liquid of Life. For now it just has a little liquor of Hope in it.
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