soul

I could watch him do this until morning _ never asking questions and never interrupting his work. I worship quietly _ his intense focus and attention to detail and then, out of no where, I realize the inconvenient, inappropriate truth: __ love this man_ and it has swallowed me.

I do not blame himfor not knowing the gentleness of my soul.When I only showed him,how violently I loved.

My bridled soul leaps under the pressure of desires,Chained i am by this organic-societal form from galloping freeMy mind heaves me to safety,but heart is ready for doom...An all knowing glance pierced deep through my skinSmiling at my ailing and confused form,Invading my senses, feeding them to the eternal fires...

i am eithera stormor a drought.in-betweenshave neverbeen my thing.

O what will she do, a soul bitten into with wrong?

Not yet do you feel it. Wait for the future.

Do not fear the fire within you, burning brighter than any star it attracts only those whose flame feeds off the very air that you breathe. Let passion be the inferno that engulfs your soul.

kisses... areand always will be the only language that I will have ever truly known.

For in other ways a woman is full of fear, defenseless, dreads the sight of cold steel; but, when once she is wronged in the matter of love, no other soul can hold so many thoughts of blood.

Your gift lies in your soul.

The soul of us is never confused about why it is here.It only asks us to wake up and see the breadcrumb clues it has been leaving all along.It asks us to have courage to face the wounds we have been hiding, allow it to heal them and untangle the heavy, snarled patterns.Because the soul of us has no doubt whatever that it can and, if we allow it to express fully, can live a life of such power and joy through us that our human selves will be astonished.

Strive toward what you know you must achieve, in confident & courageous manner.

The soul of a man is strong enough to withstand any adversity.

ARTThe world is full of confusion and contradiction. We cannot expect to do anything that is absolutely right. We can only measure rightness by the truth within ourselves. And our own truth will never be quite the same as somebody else's. I wish that I could touch you and be sure that it was the right thing to do. I only want to touch you briefly. Just once so that you will know. We are flesh and blood and full of faults. But we are also full of warmth. The world is full of confusion but there is compassion in its midst. communication via simple touch can transmit so much of us in just one minute. Like a painting or a piece of music. I want to touch your soul. I only wish I could be sure it was the right thing to do.

Live, you say, in the present;Live only in the present.But I don__ want the present, I want reality;I want things that exist, not time that measures them.What is the present?It__ something relative to the past and the future.It__ a thing that exists in virtue of other things existing.I only want reality, things without the present.I don__ want to include time in my scheme.I don__ want to think about things as present; I want to think of them as things.I don__ want to separate them from themselves, treating them as present.I shouldn__ even treat them as real.I should treat them as nothing.I should see them, only see them;See them till I can__ think about them.See them without time, without space,To see, dispensing with everything but what you see.And this is the science of seeing, which isn__ a science.

Take lightly what you hear about individuals. We need not distort trust for our paltry little political agendas. We tend to trust soulless, carried information more than we trust soulful human beings; but really most people aren't so bad once you sit down and have an honest, one-on-one conversation with them, once, with an open heart, you listen to their explanations as to why they act the way they act, or say what they say, or do what they do.

It is not against reason, said the Englishman, to prefer the destruction of the world to a scratch on your finger _ how much easier to understand the same price for the gash in your soul.

I have a message for your daughter,_ said Cale. __ am bound to her with cables that not even God can break. One day, if there is a soft breeze on her cheek, it may be my breath; one night, if the cool wind plays with her hair, it may be my shadow passing by._ And with this terrible threat he faced forward and the procession started once more. In less than a minute they were gone. In her shady room Arbell Swan-Neck stood white and cold as alabaster.