Journals of Lord Malinov

the poetry of madness

wording through

 Even in the calm of a quiet life, emotional ripples circulate among us.  It is foolish to imagine that it could be otherwise, for the rise and fall of our feelings is an elemental part of being.  We do not control the waves, but we determine our responses, even in the pitch of panic madness. 

I find myself repetitively chanting mantras of the perpetual calming, spreading the words of self-control and peace as our principal self-destructiveness arises in the burn of tensions catching and holding our tender spirits.  There seems to be few things as difficult as regaining serenity in the face of outbursts and stabs, but every effort affects our course.  A moment's meditation can buy the strength to cope with hours of continuing struggle.

I am learning, continually learning.  The path is developing with each step, without a fixed goal but working with adaptable direction.  I am sharpening my mind for new tasks, preparing for an offensive that will not end until I find my peace.  I have come to accept the harsh realities of a life faced with hostility, abandoned my naive ideas of a good-natured world and prepare to do what must be done to combat the ugly meanness that dares to disturb my quiet enjoyments.

The Dread Pirate Roberts takes no prisoners.

Enjoy,

Malinov

posted by: Malinov at 09:21 | link | comments (2) |

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#1  17 July 2005 - 11:26

 

How do you learn to move from one aspect to the other without allowing yourself to become extreme in either direction? Facing sharp realities seems impossible at times without letting them run you down and leave you for dead. But to continue on a road that takes you away from the obvious only means you end up blind-sided by the hit and run.

I envy your ability to find the common ground.

Ladyinthemoon

#2  17 July 2005 - 11:30

 

Ah, yes, but the Dread Pirate Roberts turns his job over to his prisoner, which just may be worse.

InMyLife

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