paganism

Even so, I__ somebody.I__ the Discoverer of Nature.I__ the Argonaut of true sensations.I bring a new Universe to the UniverseBecause I bring the Universe to itself.

There is a theory that men do not need Paganism because they have endless avenues of societal power available. Why use spells when one can get a bank loan with little trouble? The world already bends over backward to accommodate men, so why perfect the art of magickally shaping it?

Paganism is the default of most children, since they excel at magical thinking.

We are not on this planet to ask forgiveness of our deities

Pagans earn their reputations for relaxed sexual mores, often in rebellion from the repression of their religions during adolescence. At a Pagan festival, one need only lower one's guard to be offered sex under the cloaking of the sacred.

All the evil in the world comes from us bothering with each other,Wanting to do good, wanting to do evil.Our soul and the sky and the earth are enough for us.To want more is to lose this, and be unhappy.

The Amorous Shepherd is a fruitless interlude, but those few poems are among the world__ greatest love poems, because they__e love poems about love, not about being poems. The poet loves because he loves, not because love exists.

The amorous shepherd has lost his staff,And his sheep are straying on the hillside,And he didn__ even play the flute he brought to play because he was thinking so much.No one came to him or went away. He never found his staff again.Others, cursing at him, gathered his sheep for him.No one had loved him, in the end.When he got up from the hillside and the false truth, he saw everything:The great valleys full of the same green as always,The great distant mountains, more real than any feeling,All reality, with the sky and the air and the fields that exist, is present.(And once again the air, that he__ missed for so long, entered coolly into his lungs)And he felt that the air was opening again, but with pain, a liberty in his chest.(7/10/1930)

I was born subject like others to errors and defects,But never to the error of wanting to understand too much,Never to the error of wanting to understand only with the intellect..Never to the defect of demanding of the WorldThat it be anything that__ not the World.

Between what i see in a field and what I see in another fieldThere passes for a moment the figure of a man.His steps go with __im_ in the same reality,But I look at him and them, and they__e two things:The __an_ goes walking with his ideas, false and foreign,And his steps go with the ancient system that makes legs walk.I see him from a distance without any opinion at all.How perfect that he is in him what he is _ his body,His true reality which doesn__ have desires or hopes,But muscles and the sure and impersonal way of using them.

If science wants to be truthful,What science is more truthful than the science of things without science?I close my eyes and the hard earth where I__ lyingHas a reality so real even my back feels it.I don__ need reason _ I have shoulderblades.

Something changed in part of reality _ my knees and my hands.What science has knowledge for this?The blind man goes on his way and I don__ make any more gestures.It__ already not the same time, or the same people, or anything the same.This is being real.

A row of trees far away, there on the hillside.But what is it, a row of trees? It__ just trees.Row and the plural trees aren__ things, they__e names.

Everything__ different from us. That__ why everything exists.

I pass and I stay, like the Universe.

I__ in no hurry: the sun and the moon aren__, either.Nobody goes faster than the legs they have.If where I want to go is far away, I__ not there in an instant.(6/20/1919)

and the idea of nothingness _ the most terrifying of all ideas, when thought of with feeling _ has, in my dear master__ work and in my memories of him, something as high and luminous as sunlight upon snowy, unscalable peaks.

I love flowers for being flowers, directly.And I love trees for being trees without my thought.