Whose foot is on the treadle/That turns the burning stars/Has spun the world half way round/Since last I called/Come down, read more

Whose foot is on the treadle/That turns the burning stars/Has spun the world half way round/Since last I called/Come down, come down.
That stars that in September/Looked through the mournful rain/Now set their sight again/Upon a world half night, half light
Men of distant years have said/That much depends on change of seasons/On solstices and equinox/And they have given reasons.
I disagree./Too much turns on inadvertence/On what seems to be/An accident of hand and knee/A chance sunrise/A glance of eyes.

The need for change bulldozed a road down the center of my mind.

The need for change bulldozed a road down the center of my mind.

Longing not so much to change things as to overturn them.
[Lat., Non tam commutandarum, quam evertendarum rerum cupidi.]

Longing not so much to change things as to overturn them.
[Lat., Non tam commutandarum, quam evertendarum rerum cupidi.]

We cannot change our past. We can not change the fact that people act in a certain way. We can read more

We cannot change our past. We can not change the fact that people act in a certain way. We can not change the inevitable. The only thing we can do is play on the one string we have, and that is our attitude.

Even though we've changed and we're all finding our own place in the world, we all know that when the read more

Even though we've changed and we're all finding our own place in the world, we all know that when the tears fall or the smile spreads across our face, we'll come to each other because no matter where this crazy world takes us, nothing will ever change so much to the point where we're not all still friends.

We are not the same persons this year as last; nor are those we love. It is a happy chance read more

We are not the same persons this year as last; nor are those we love. It is a happy chance if we, changing, continue to love a changed person.

The curious paradox is that when I accept myself just as I am, then I can change.

The curious paradox is that when I accept myself just as I am, then I can change.

Still ending, and beginning still.

Still ending, and beginning still.

There is a certain relief in change, even though it be from bad to worse! As I have often found read more

There is a certain relief in change, even though it be from bad to worse! As I have often found in travelling in a stagecoach, that ;it is often a comfort to shift one's position, and be bruised in a new place.