SA4QE 2014 - Brynaussie Gwenda - Sydney Australia, Australia

His birthday will always be a celebration for me and a time to introduce him to a new audience.  So I left my quote at Museum Station, Sydney.  A very old, very deep underground station which feels to be inhabited by so many trapped in the great vessel of the alone

“In the storm a safe place, a calm and wild place.  Oh the great secret.  The forever-moment that has always been and will always be, the centre to which the universe configures itself.  The magic place, the good blackness.  The dancing of the heat on the infinite sands, the pyramids, the ziggurats, the lightning and the sphinxes of it, the pleasant palaces and rainbows.  Now the satyrs are quiet and full-fed, now they sleep while the wild dogs howl.  Broken is the great vessel of the alone, the aloneness is all spilt out.  Broken the forty jars of silence wherein I crouched like forty dead thieves.  Broken, broken, broken the solitary madness where the lizard-men ran silent on the ceiling of my mind.  How they screamed and wept, how they dropped and one by one burst on the stone of Yes.  The Yes of the death of the lizard-men.”

"Broken is the great vessel of the alone, the aloneness is all spilt out."  I have always loved that imagery, my mind has seen what that looks like in all its glory.

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