Birds
Saturday, February 27th, 2010
The first unhappy song I wrote […] I was ashamed writing a song that was not giving hope.
For someone committed to the spiritual life, the pain of having committed a serious mistake can be so excruciating that it is hell here on earth.
Dinnanzi a un bivo, di una strada che va in basso e una che va in alto, prendi sempre quella che va in alto.
Erase the impressions from your mind by constantly saying to yourself: ‘It is in my power now to keep this soul of mine free from any vice or passion, or any other disturbance at all: but seeing all things for what they are, I can treat them on their merits.’ Remember this power which nature gives you.
He loved to describe himself as an anarchist, but when he received his CBE he told his parents that he locked eyes with the Queen and that it was like falling in love.
Even the evil
meet with good fortune
as long as their evil
has yet to mature.
But when it’s matured
that’s when they meet
with evil.
Even the good
meet with bad fortune
as long as their good
has yet to mature.
But when it’s matured
that’s when they meet
with good fortune.
I decided there and then that I would never, ever give up breathing.