“Dancer Soul” | Anthony Satori
“The philosopher’s soul dwells in his head. The poet’s soul is in his heart. The singer’s soul lingers about his throat. But the soul of the dancer abides in all of her body.”
— Khalil Gibran
Dancer Soul
beauty
Dream Being
“Dream Being” | Anthony Satori
“All human beings are also dream beings. Dreaming ties all mankind together.”
— Jack Kerouac
Mystery
“Mystery” | Anthony Satori
“A poet’s pleasure is to withhold a little of his meaning, to intensify by mystification. He unzips the veil from beauty, but does not remove it.”
— E. B. White
Porcelain
“Porcelain” | (Pretty Girls, pg. 78) | Anthony Satori
“In one drop of water are found all the secrets of all the oceans; in one aspect of You are found all the aspects of existence.”
— Khalil Gibran
The Lightness of Being
“The Lightness of Being” | Anthony Satori
“The mind is not a vessel to be filled, but a fire to be kindled.” — Plutarch
The Dreaming Itself
“The Dreaming Itself” | Anthony Satori
“I immediately fell into a blank thoughtless trance wherein it was again revealed to me ‘This thinking has stopped’ and I sighed because I didn’t have to think anymore and felt my whole body sink into a blessedness surely to be believed, completely relaxed and at peace with all the ephemeral world of dream and dreamer and the dreaming itself.”
— Jack Kerouac
Windblown
“Windblown” | Anthony Satori
“Beauty is a manifestation of secret natural laws, which otherwise would have been hidden from us forever.” — Goethe
Morning Star
“Morning Star” | Anthony Satori
Liberty is beautiful.
A Music Conducive to Dream
“A Music Conducive to Dream” | Anthony Satori
“Truly fertile Music, the only kind that will move us, that we shall truly appreciate, will be a Music conducive to Dream, which banishes all reason and analysis. One must not wish first to understand and then to feel.” — Albert Camus
The Hyacinth Girl
“The Hyacinth Girl” | Anthony Satori
“‘You gave me hyacinths first a year ago; / They called me the hyacinth girl.’ / — Yet when we came back, late, from the Hyacinth garden, / Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not / Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither / Living nor dead, and I knew nothing, / Looking into the heart of light, the silence.” – T. S. Eliot (The Waste Land)
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