I just don’t want to lose the enchanted as it finds its way to me so I am going to start archiving beautiful writing on this site…    Die Slowly   He who becomes the slave of habit, who follows the same routes every day, who never changes pace, who does not risk and change the […]

A Clear Midnight by Walt Whitman THIS is thy hour O Soul, thy free flight into the wordless, Away from books, away from art, the day erased, the lesson done, Thee fully forth emerging, silent, gazing, pondering the themes thou lovest best. Night, sleep, death and the stars.