Jessica Bibbee

Posts Tagged ‘near’

20120509

In aphorism, proverb, question on 20120509 at 23:58

A fish out of water is the first to evolve.

I’d rather that you are loyal to the truth, than to me. For I will change, and you may not change with me. But if I am loyal to the truth, and also are you loyal, then always will I find your loyalty near.

A half truth is a whole falsity.

There is a war between the ego and the superego that started before time itself.

If you cannot do it right, is doing it wrong better than delaying doing it or simply not doing it?

Only in the midst of hardship, does our true character.

The fool fail to see the light -lo, they are blind even to the darkness that envelops them.

Light is born in the darkness, though it is not of the darkness.

One minute, the fool in darkness; the next minute, the wise enlightened.

The fool are not below wisdom, the wise are not above foolery.

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20120504

In aphorism, proverb on 20120504 at 12:28

The fool call it a ‘mid-life crisis’; the wise call it a ‘near-death awakening’.

There is no greater death than that which is lived.

The fool live without breathing, the wise without expiring.

Ride out the storm; get your spurs on!

When at last the fool can hide no longer from the light of day, a hole is dug.

20091206

In aphorism, poetry, proverb on 20091206 at 17:16

A cake in the oven follows its own time.

We may best understand who we are, simply by knowing who we are not.

《the rose》
The rose from a stranger distant is forgotten.
The rose from a lover near is held dear.
The rose from an admirer unnamed is held forever.

20090719

In rumination on 20090719 at 07:47

《on fear》

Fear is my foe, my fatal flaw, unforgiveable.

And yet it is my most patient friend, most loyal indeed, never to leave, only to disappear, from view, but ever and always near. It is not oppressive as others may say, nor is it imposing as you might believe. But its mere presence is enough to render rationale undone, to allow the imagination to run free, to see the light as if without capacity to refract itself, from the blinding light into an array of colors soon in sight. Fear is not a being, nor an object. It is is hardly even a state, of which -for lack of better description, and more truly, understanding, I only begin to thus quantify. And it is here, as I write, that I shape what is the thing, so called fear, and more impressively, create the perception of a reality, but one reality, so called fear.

20090717

In poetry, rumination on 20090717 at 16:16

《light of dark》

It is in the might of darkness near
that the humble soul asks simply
that the way light the path, and
lo, the blessed soul is blinded by the light.
that simply is but darkness’ wrath,
which never is what darkness hath.