Tuesday, March 9, 2010

my vagabond heart and gypsy soul are
wrestling and aching to be heard.

but tonight I am home on Thach.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

"They labour greatly to this end and find little sweetness or none; rather the aridity and weariness and disquiet of their souls are increased and grow, in proportion as they labour for that earlier sweetness. They cannot find this in that earlier manner, for the soul no longer enjoys that food of sense [sensuality], as we have said; it needs not this but another food, which is more delicate, more interior and partaking less of the nature of sense; it consists not in labouring with the imagination, but in setting the soul at rest, and allowing it to remain in its quiet and repose, which is more spiritual."

From Ascent of Mount Carmel by St. John of the Cross

gingerkid said...

Who do I owe the pleasure of such appropriate and beautiful words?