The Painted Veil
Posted by lune on October 20, 2009
Lift not the painted veil which those who live
Call Life: though unreal shapes be pictured there,
And it but mimic all we would believe
With colours idly spread,—behind, lurk Fear
And Hope, twin Destinies; who ever weave
Their shadows, o’er the chasm, sightless and drear.
I knew one who had lifted it—he sought,
For his lost heart was tender, things to love,
But found them not, alas! nor was there aught
The world contains, the which he could approve.
Through the unheeding many he did move,
A splendour among shadows, a bright blot
Upon this gloomy scene, a Spirit that strove
For truth, and like the Preacher found it not.
-Percy Bysshe Shelley.
Maury Lee said
Well, did something bite you? Not your usual fare. More pessimistic than your posts of late. Not feeling like writing yourself? I can understand that! Haven’t wanted to write anything these last few weeks. Words are great, but only go so far. Hope you are not experiencing a drop too far from some of the highs you’ve experienced lately.
With care, Maury
lune said
Feeling rather abstracted of late, been writing some poems myself, doing a bit of editing too, I am all worded-out!
Been having many highs and lows, like a roller coaster – optimism, pessimism are coming in and out at a rate of knots.
Not sure when it will settle down, if ever. Guess that’s what turning 40 can be like.
Lovely to see you here again, Maury,
x
Julian said
You are all love, even when uncomfortable feelings arise. See yourself as we see you. Did Diary of a crazy pianist say(?)If you don’t think you are love, lovely,loveable(?) go upstairs and see what you look like from up there.
Love Julian