| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Poems of William Blake by William Blake: Revives the milked cow, & tames the fire-breathing steed.
But Thel is like a faint cloud kindled at the rising sun:
I vanish from my pearly throne, and who shall find my place.
Queen of the vales the Lily answered, ask the tender cloud,
And it shall tell thee why it glitters in the morning sky.
And why it scatters its bright beauty thro the humid air.
Descend O little cloud & hover before the eyes of Thel.
The Cloud descended and the Lily bowd her modest head:
And went to mind her numerous charge among the verdant grass.
II.
O little Cloud the virgin said, I charge thee to tell me
Poems of William Blake |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Outlaw of Torn by Edgar Rice Burroughs: excuse himself, and a hundred times he cursed his folly
and stupidity, and what he thought was fickleness.
But the unhappy affair had taught him one thing for
certain: to know without question what love was, and
that the memory of Bertrade de Montfort's lips would
always be more to him than all the allurements possessed
by the balance of the women of the world, no matter
how charming, or how beautiful.
Another thing, a painful thing he had learned from it,
too, that the attitude of Joan de Tany, daughter of an
old and noble house, was but the attitude which the Out-
The Outlaw of Torn |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Tales of Unrest by Joseph Conrad: fan with ivory leaves, shaded her face from the fire. The coals glowed
without a flame; and upon the red glow the vertical bars of the grate
stood out at her feet, black and curved, like the charred ribs of a
consumed sacrifice. Far off, a lamp perched on a slim brass rod,
burned under a wide shade of crimson silk: the centre, within the
shadows of the large room, of a fiery twilight that had in the warm
quality of its tint something delicate, refined and infernal. His soft
footfalls and the subdued beat of the clock on the high mantel-piece
answered each other regularly--as if time and himself, engaged in a
measured contest, had been pacing together through the infernal
delicacy of twilight towards a mysterious goal.
Tales of Unrest |
