Atop A Cloud

I will glow into you.

[atopacloud]

[atopacloud]

I have a new EP out that I hope you'll listen to: Libra Moon by Patrick Mellon

[atopacloud]

What is a poet? An unhappy man who in his heart harbors a deep anguish, but whose lips are so fashioned that the moans and cries which pass over them are transformed into ravishing music.

Soren Kierkegaard

[atopacloud]

It is naively assumed that the fact that the majority of people share certain ideas or feelings proves the validity of these ideas and feelings. Nothing is further from the truth... Just as there is a folie à deux there is a folie à millions. The fact that millions of people share the same vices does not make these vices virtues, the fact that they share so many errors does not make the errors to be truths, and the fact that millions of people share the same form of mental pathology does not make these people sane.

Eric Fromm

[atopacloud]

Creativity is essentially a lonely art. An even lonelier struggle. To some a blessing. To others a curse. It is in reality the ability to reach inside yourself and drag forth from your very soul an idea.

Lou Dorfsman

[atopacloud]

To be yourself in a world that is constantly trying to make you something else is the greatest accomplishment.

Ralph Waldo Emerson

[atopacloud]

“There,” she said. “How is that? Do I kiss thee better?” Then they were walking along the same stream together and he said, “Maria, I love thee and thou art so lovely and so wonderful and so beautiful and it does such things to me to be with thee that I feel as though I wanted to die when I am loving thee.” “Oh,” she said. “I die each time. Do you not die?” “No. Almost. But did thee feel the earth move?” “Yes. As I died. Put thy arm around me, please.” “No. I have thy hand. Thy hand is enough.” He looked at her and across the meadow where a hawk was hunting and the big afternoon clouds were coming now over the mountains. “And it is not thus for thee with others?” Maria asked him, they now walking hand in hand. “No. Truly.” “Thou hast loved many others.” “Some. But not as thee.” “And it was not thus? Truly?” “It was a pleasure but it was not thus.” “And then the earth moved. The earth never moved before?” “Nay. Truly never.” “Ay,” she said. “And this we have for one day.”

Ernest Hemingway, For Whom The Bell Tolls

[atopacloud]

“My nerves are bad to-night. Yes, bad. Stay with me. Speak to me. Why do you never speak? Speak. What are you thinking of? What thinking? What? I never know what you are thinking. Think.”

The Waste Land, T.S. Eliot

[atopacloud]

People are queer, they're always crowing, scrambling and rushing about; Why don't they stop someday, address themselves this way? Why are we here? Where are we going? It's time that we found out. We're not here to stay; we're on a short holiday. Life is just a bowl of cherries. Don't take it serious; it's too mysterious. You work, you save, you worry so, But you can't take your dough when you go, go, go. So keep repeating it's the berries, The strongest oak must fall, The sweet things in life, to you were just loaned So how can you lose what you've never owned? Life is just a bowl of cherries, So live and laugh at it all. Life is just a bowl of cherries. Don't take it serious; it's too mysterious. At eight each morning I have got a date, To take my plunge 'round the Empire State. You'll admit it's not the berries, In a building that's so tall; There's a guy in the show, the girls love to kiss; Get thousands a week just for crooning like this: Life is just a bowl of . . . aw, nuts! So live and laugh at it all!

[poorartists]

Paige Bradley created one of the most striking sculptures I’ve seen in recent times. Her masterpiece, entitled Expansion, is a beautiful woman seeking inner piece but fractured and bleeding with light. “From the moment we are born, the world tends to have a container already built for us to fit inside: a social security number, a gender, a race, a profession,” says Bradley. “I ponder if we are more defined by the container we are in than what we are inside. Would we recognize ourselves if we could expand beyond our bodies?”

[atopacloud]

Pain makes man think. Thought makes man wise. Wisdom makes life endurable.

John Patrick, 

The Teahouse of the August Moon

[lazyyogi]

Desire creates tension and anxiety. There are two ways that desire manifests:

1. The desire to gain.

2. The desire to avoid loss.

Both desires presuppose that your current state of being is not enough. Either you are driven by the belief that something in the future can add to who you are...

[atopacloud]

Heaven is not a country or a continent; it is a state, a condition within oneself, only experienced when the rhythm is in perfect working order. If one knows this, one realizes that happiness is man's own property. Man is his own enemy: he seeks for happiness in the wrong direction and never finds it. It is a continual illusion. Man thinks, 'If I had this or that I should be happy for ever', and he never arrives at happiness because he pursues an illusion instead of the truth. Happiness is only to be found within, and when man tunes himself he finds all for which his soul yearns within himself.

Hazrat Inayat Khan

[you-are-another-me]

[you-are-another-me]

[atopacloud]

Your memory is a monster; you forget—it doesn't. It simply files things away. It keeps things for you, or hides things from you—and summons them to your recall with will of its own. You think you have a memory; but it has you!

John Irving

[you-are-another-me]