Like a white ox I’d like to see him, which, snorting and lowing, walks before the plough-share: and his lowing should also laud all that is earthly! Dark is still his countenance; the shadow of his hand dances upon it. Overshadowed is still the sense of his eye. ~*~ His deed itself…
And you tell me, friends, that there ought be no controversy about taste and tasting? But all life is a matter of dispute about taste and tasting! Taste: that is to weigh at the same time, and scales and a one-who-weighs; and all the worse for every living thing that would attempt…
Listen carefully now, you enlightened ones! Weigh seriously, whether I have discerned the heart of life itself, the very roots of its heart! Wherever I found a living thing, there found I Will-to-Power; and even in the will of the servant I found the will to be master. The weaker is to serve the…
“WILL to Truth” you call it, you learned ones, which compels you to become so focused? ~*~ Will for the thinkableness of all being: thus would I characterize your will! All being you want to make thinkable: because you secretly doubt with good reason whether being is already thinkable… But it shall accommodate and…
How did I ever bear it?How did I survive and overcome such wounds?How did my soul rise again out of those killing fields? Yes, something invulnerable, unburiable is within me,something that would shatter rocks into pieces:it is called my Will. Silently does it proceed,unchanged throughout the years.Its course proceeds upon my feet,my old Will;…
Night. In darkness things gain definition, a better focus. I dreamed in the early morning hours. The detail has already escaped my recall. The gist, the weight of the presences, a female voice spoke to me saying that I must attend to female perspectives in my life. Why that point? I am a guy,…
Yesterday, Memorial Day I went for an unplanned walk by the Fox River. Noting that the Creamery ice cream shop was crowded to capacity, a short walk along the river would allow families with children to be served. After my walk I would return for a scoop of chocolate ice cream. The Fox River…
TIS night: now all the gushing fountains speak louder. And my soul also is a gushing fountain. ‘Tis night: now only all songs of the loving ones do awake. And my soul also is the song of a loving one. Something unappeased, unappeasable, is within me; it longs to find expression…. Light am I:…
It is Sunday. I considered launching an anti-Christianity rant this morning. On second thought, these lines are more important, and widely universal than any critique of Christian fundamentalism. I am a recovering Jesus Fundamentalist. (Everyone starts somewhere. No child has a choice about that or anything else) I am not unlike an alcoholic, who…
And the blindness of the blind one,and his seeking and groping,still testifies to the power of the suninto which he has gazed,– did you know that before? And with mountains shall the discerning one learn to build!It is a small thing for the spiritto remove mountains,– did you know that before? You know only…
