Praising, that's it! He was called to praise and emerged from the silence of a stone like an ore. O his heart – a temporary press for man's everlasting wine. Nor does his voice grow...
Over the patchwork levels of eastern England that familiar image of a banking Spitfire beyond their shoulders between them it roars as the war bound them sixty years together loving to talk though struggling still...
can you prevent your mind from straying can you hold to the one never let it slip can you make your breath as soft as a child's can you listen to its long-drawn out and...
From Daodejing, chapter 10. Reprinted by kind permission of Enitharmon Press. —can you prevent your mind from straying can you hold to the one never let it slip can you make your breath as soft...
A god can do it. But tell me, how can a man pass through the narrow lyre to follow him? His mind's divided. At the place where two heart-ways cross is no Temple to Apollo....
