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A Poet's Journal: November 13th, 2013

November 13th, 2013

 This morning a great flock of cranes came in from the ocean and passed inland to the hills; many seem to use this valley as a corridor when the winds are high though their passage lacks not a curious inspiration.  Fog and rain over the last few days have given way to sun, exposing the sudden change to autumn colours; the golden birches to the south are amongst the first to be perceived and admired.  One oak tree, which had taken on a beautiful pink colour last year, and held the sunlight so well, this year looks diseased, so that one would think it melancholic that the sun must shine.
Whatever the day, it is a singular occasion to remain indifferent to daily concerns, and gather within us an appreciation for what is unacknowledged.  It is often that we find ourselves being elicited to speak a certain way, but rare when we should have the chance to speak for ourselves.
Douglas Thornton
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'This morning as I leaned against a rock in the pale of dawn, the soft flame and subtle heat of the sun grew upon my back, as if some giant overstepping the valley, and on the ground in front of me, against the increasing light, my shadow appeared within the very air of which a moment before gave no semblance of human being. The grandeur, or the deep, profound obscurity of things, that lay hidden in the mellow breath of time, wherein the center of our universe comes to completion, and the most important point of that now-revolving cycle of l…
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A Poet's Journal: November 7th, 2013

November 7th, 2013

 Most often what we fear is not the future itself, but what must be left behind.  But this is a strange thought because expectation arrives so quickly that it turns what is around us into a hindrance that cannot be let go of soon enough.  But it is also a melancholic thought because if we do not leave, the joy of giving breath to something that was for so long taken away, shall lengthen into the despair of us never feeling the flow of life again.
Douglas Thornton
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A Poet's Journal: November 5th, 2013

November 5th, 2013

 We ask ourselves what conviction is, but cannot help but find that facility is sometimes an answer to the struggle.  There is honour in gaining something by force because the battle is for the most part a measure of one's will, yet the very intimacy with which we engage our rival becomes the merit by which the victory must be weighed.  We find ourselves at the center of this prospect of trying to gauge what is just in our demeanor so that every action may serve to better our contemplation, and in this there is neither fault nor the expectation of coming glory, merely a means by which to ease our daily toil.  If we find ourselves not up to our ambitions; if the dreams we had are now pale and sickly fomentations, the outlook has not been lost because the easy way was chosen, rather we realize the rivalry has become one of perpetuity and our interest a vague plea for the stability of life. We are never really near or far from what we want to accomplish, but always …
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