Feel The Rain On Your Skin

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“The Rain”  |  Anthony Satori

“Feel the rain on your skin / No one else can feel it for you / Only you can let it in / No one else, no one else / Can speak the words on your lips / Drench yourself in words unspoken / Live your life with arms wide open / Today is where your book begins / The rest is still unwritten.”

— Natasha Bedingfield

Pursuit of the Sublime

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“Pursuit of the Sublime”  |  Anthony Satori

The pursuit of the sublime is far too easily derailed by accepting the belief that some heights are, by their very nature, unattainable.  How much better to proceed as if all heights can be reached?  What new and exceptional elevations of mind, body and spirit are simply waiting to be attained by those who have the courage to adopt a posture of optimism, vision and faith, and then to engage in the purposeful behavior that derives from these qualities?

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The Sea, Half-Held by the Night

"The Sea, Half-Held by the Night"  |  Anthony Satori

“The Sea, Half-Held by the Night”  |  Anthony Satori

“I am he that walks with the tender and growing night, I call to the earth and sea, half-held by the night… You, sea!  I resign myself to you… Sea of stretch’d ground swells, Sea breathing broad and convulsive breaths, Sea of the brine of life… Howler and scooper of storms… I am integral with you, I too am of one phase and of all phases.”

— Walt Whitman

Limitless

“Limitless”  |  Anthony Satori

“Out of my pocket I drew a little edition of Dante — my travelling companion. I lit a pipe, leaned against the wall and made myself comfortable.  I hesitated for a moment.  Into which verses should I dip?  Into the burning pitch of the Inferno, or the cleansing flames of Purgatory?  Or should I make straight for the most elevated plane of human hope?  I had the choice.  Holding my pocket Dante in my hand, I rejoiced in my freedom.  The verses I was going to choose so early in the morning would impart their rhythm to the whole of the day.” – Nikos Kazantzakis (Zorba the Greek)