Wednesday April 7, 2004

“Upon this gifted age, in its dark hour, falls from the sky a meteoric shower of facts…they lie unquestioned, uncombined.  Wisdom enough to leech us of our ill is daily spun; but there exists no loom to weave it into fabric.”
-Edna St. Vincent Millay

“You’re the bud before the flower
unfurls into full bloom
captivating beauty
but it may be all too soon
you’re the song that writes a story but leaves alot to read…”
-The Juliana Theory, “The Closest Thing”

“I am what I am
You can ask no more of me.
And though I fear
and fear
and fear
And never in brightness or in hope dwell,
I am what I am what I am;
And though I carve my name into this world in mud impermanent,         Washed away with my sweat and tears,
I carve it still.
For what else is there for me to do?”
-The Kolanti, Book of Lost Tears, Opening Prayer

Comments 1

  1. forgetmeknot wrote:

    hey rowyn!  good luck with all of that work.  i just muddled my way through one of those weeks.  the key to writing an uninformed reflection- online research- yeah baby.  haha have a great weekend!  i’m going to disneyland!

    Posted 09 Apr 2004 at 17:49

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