In truth I suspect that merely slowing down is not a very satisfying answer. What I need has less to do with my pace of life than my peace of life. At any speed, I...

Solace, is having the same company for years, while being seen as a stranger. Here, only a fool would think he had the luxury of friends.

(Streets of Sorrow)Oh, farewell you streets of sorrowOh, farewell you streets of painI’ll not return to feel more sorrowThrough the years I’ve lived through terrorAnd in the darkened streets, the painOh, how I long to...

He found solace in what he wrote. It was an attempt to discover who he was at the moment.

After years in utter darkness, I force my eyes into the light. For I must retain my sight, that I might view the wholeness of the void, objectively.

..i spill intothe kind of silenceonly Khalil Gibran would understand.

A major determining factor by which a superior human can be isolated from his average counterparts is his very isolation—the degree to which he naturally removes himself from mass-media input and stimuli. You cannot be...

My Mother – AmmaHer touch was my solace,Her smile did encourage,Her love was my strength,Her stare, I fully decant,Her care was my power,Her joy was my shower,Her anger corrected my path,Her laughter filled my heart,Her...

I am filled time and againwith a heart-aching wonder when I thinkof the fireand frost of memoriesof the everlastingnessof lovethe solace of familyand the power of prayer.

As long as there was coffee in the world, how bad could things be?

…unquestioning automatonsblindly marching to the beat -an eerie crunching soundhoards of shuffling feet…(from silent moments)

I find a certain degree of loneliness not only tolerable but deeply pleasurable.

Pour on me the tears of the heavensKiss my cheeks with crystal rain Wash away my blemishes and jittersTeach me how to dance in the rain Listen closely and you may hearA sweet fading melody...

Sometimes John had recorded new compositions, or lines from his new poems. Sometimes he’d just record a busy night in The Green Man. Sometimes sheep, seals, skylarks, the wind turbine. If Liam were home there...

Half asleep and half awake, I became lost in a deep span of my version of a perfect world. A place I wanted so desperately to reach, but would never find except from within the...

A library is a good place to go when you feel unhappy, for there, in a book, you may find encouragement and comfort. A library is a good place to go when you feel bewildered...

Who are we without our addictions; without our media-induced hungers? So often the voices we hear echoing in our mind are not our own but that of our influencers. Isolation, while arguably going against human...

It’s calm under the waves in the blue of my oblivion.

I slept and I woke. She gave me a ring made from a leaf, a cluster of golden berries, a flower that opened and closed at the stroking of a finger….And once, when I startled...

Your own space, man, it’s so important. That’s why we were doomed because we didn’t have any. It is like monkeys in a zoo. They die. You know, everything needs to be left alone.

In all these sights I achieve solace only in bringing forth trees, picturing them blooming like smoke from the roofs of gutted buildings, dreaming of what a fine and picturesque pile of rubble this city...

No art can possibly comfort HER then, even though art is credited with so many things, especially an ability to offer solace. Sometimes, of course, art creates the suffering in the first place.

There is such solace in the mere sight of water. It clothes us delicately in its blowing salt and scent, gossamer items that medicate the poor soul

You can’t expect anyone to trust revelation if he hasn’t experienced it himself. Those who haven’t only know reason. And since revelation is a thing apart, and cannot be accounted for reasonably, they never will...