Thine eyes still shined for me, though far
I lonely roved the land or sea:
As I behold yon evening star,
Which yet beholds not me.

This morn I climbed the misty hill
And roamed the pastures through;
How danced thy form before my path
Amidst the deep-eyed dew!

When the redbird spread his sable wing,
And showed his side of flame;
When the rosebud ripened to the rose,
In both I read thy name.


Thine Eyes Still Shined by Ralph Waldo Emerson
To clothe the fiery thought
In simple words succeeds
For still the craft of genius is
To mask a king in weeds.
Poet by Ralph Waldo Emerson
Finish each day and be done with it. You have done what you could; some blunders and absurdities have crept in; forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day; you shall begin it serenely and with too high a spirit to be encumbered with your old nonsense.
Ralph Waldo Emerson (via theangrytherapist)
The materialist, secure in the certainty of sensation, mocks at fine-spun theories, at star-gazers and dreamers, and believes that his life is solid, that he at least takes nothing for granted, but knows where he stands, and what he does. Yet how easy it is to show him, that he also is a phantom walking and working amid phantoms, and that he need only ask a question or two beyond his daily questions, to find his solid universe growing dim and impalpable before his sense.
Ralph Waldo Emerson (The Transcendentalist)
The mind, once stretched by a new idea, never returns to its original dimensions.
Ralph Waldo Emerson (via atavus)
Morning reads

I started Aldous Huxley’s The Doors of Perception this morning and I feel like I’m being sucked in.  So many concepts that are elusive and completely mystifying.  My curiosity and interest has been ignited. 

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