I was just reading a book in which JRR Tolkien’s name cropped up, together with a few lines of his. Although now long estranged, Man is not lost or wholly changed. Dis-graced he may be, yet is not de-throned, And keeps the rags of lordship he once owned. Man, Sub-creator, the refracted light Through whom [...]
Posts Tagged ‘love’
What are we?
Posted in Psychology, Science, tagged consciousness, free will, JRR Tolkien, love, mechanism on January 8, 2012 | 2 Comments »
By Highstone Mead there blooms a rose Whose blush can tell where lies her heart (As far from her as swallows fly For distant lands, these shores to part). For ever must the kindly Moon Entangle with her darkling thought ; And braid her flowing hair with lace Of silver bearing hope un-taught. Does Queen [...]
Aspects of freedom
Posted in politics, tagged duality, equality, freedom, liberty, love, women's liberation on August 1, 2010 | 2 Comments »
Everybody knows that to be in love is to be bound. It is love that holds close and it is love that ties the knot. But everybody knows also that to love is to be able to let go ; it is love that is not cloying and it is love that grants freedom. This [...]
A red, red rose
Posted in poetry, tagged Burns, love, red rose, Robert Burns on March 8, 2010 | Leave a Comment »
Oh, my luve’s like a red, red rose That’s newly sprung in June : Oh, my luve’s like a melodie That’s sweetly played in tune. As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I ; And I will luve thee still my dear Till a’ the seas gang dry. Till a’ [...]
Betrayed by love
Posted in poetry, tagged love, poetry, treachery on February 19, 2010 | 4 Comments »
What price a soul that sways with ease In every happy passing breeze? What price a heart that seeks to freeze It’s burning, yearning nature? Deeper than soul, let thy spirit fill With Being – steadfast – not icy will. True hearts can beat yet firmer still Given free adventure. Does Eros infiltrate your world [...]
Are dreams made of this?
Posted in poetry, tagged dreams, love, reality on February 15, 2010 | Leave a Comment »
I heard it said, when young I lived, that all Was but a dream ; no thing that worldly mind Conceived existed free from self’s own thrall ; And all contrary views were made seem blind. Could it be true that this ideal I kent Included thee, with all thy spelling charms? A loveliness, but [...]