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The Very Best of the Voices in My Head: The 5th and Final Side

1. “All men dream: but not equally. Those who dream in the dark recesses of the night awake in the day to find all was vanity. But the dreamers of day are dangerous men, for they may act their dreams with open eyes, and make it possible.”
-T.E. Lawrence

2. “Only those who will risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go.”
~ T. S. Eliot

3. “Nothing will stop you from being creative so effectively as the fear of making a mistake.”
-John Cleese⁠

4. “A word after a word after a word is power.”
— Margaret Atwood

5. “I feel most colored when I am thrown against a sharp white background.”
~Zora Neale Hurston

6. “Art is long and life is short, and success is very far off. A work that aspires, however humbly, to the condition of art should carry its justification in every line.”
―Joseph Conrad 

7. “I want my free will and want it accompanying
the path which leads to action;
and want during times that beg questions,
where something is up,
to be among those in the know”
—Rainer Maria Rilke,  from “I Am Too Much Alone in This World, Yet Not Alone”

8. “Whatever the source of your name, I kiss you in that place.”
-Clark Coolidge, Letters

9. “I am irritated by my own writing. I am like a violinist whose ear is true, but whose fingers refuse to reproduce precisely the sound he hears within.”
— Gustave Flaubert

We are the Curators of our Own Lives Pt8

(In Spite of) The Evil That Men Do [revision]

On a mote of dusk, suspended on
Sunbeams, was something
Foreseen, like a recurring dream
Waking me          from fits of sleep
To news of innocents
Made victims of the darkness
That plagues us, with the light
In their eyes     plucked by villains
Broken inside
With no regard for the strings of life
Trying to blight
Everything in sight of broad daylight.

But, in spite of the evil that men do –

It is in the light
Of these innocent souls
Saved by the burning spirit
In the sky, that the shadow of their
Lives is made whole,  grown
Out of Earthen echoes
Of the cosmos, aligning their
Footprints with healing rays that sing
Reflections of a golden dream:
Out of myriad
Hues casts one light of the world.

©2019 MDSHall

We are the Curators of Our Own Lives Pt7