I was walking alone on a street, and lifting my head I disbelievingly saw the metal blades of a wind turbine, Dormant on its white stalk, and projecting high from a building top. And they struck at my eyes, and I wondered for what place   Had it dominating the city’s skyline. And I must enquire upon it. I took off my old overcoat, and I stood still, for though it was winter, the giant three spiked head way above me fired in me a sudden great anger. Crowds were now gliding past me. And they seemed bemused by my outcries, For I have not seen one pointed so heavenly high. Then I went up and down the streets, crying with a loud voice, Making a curse on this city’s scarecrow. I went into the building itself, pacing to and fro in the frost furled foyer shouting as before. And yet strangely no one laid a hand on me.   I went back through the streets, and I imagined Great drafts blew down them, and the glass windows appeared as though they might sma...

So you have fallen into faults, by whatsoever it be, Do not trouble nor afflict yourself with them, For they are the effects of your complex nature, Misunderstood and manipulated by some authority, Making you believe, as soon as you fall into fault, That you are born with error, and out of favour, And you cannot trust yourself, and make a beast of it, Your being growing worse instead of better, Your failings recorded for judgmental analysis. But against these deadly suggestions, know yourself, Losing no time, recovering, and taking up your life, Though falling again and a thousand times more, You have in you a confidence in personal mercy, A means with which to fight and conquer self-doubt, Rather than the righteous offering to do it for you.

From ignorance to sensitivity, I look for a better self-understanding; Hence the need to concentrate, to be alone, to attain self-control; To learn to marshal the vain tendencies flaring from my ego; Corral it towards usefulness; So that from my emotions come sensible ideals.