Quotes from Phillip Pulfrey

All I want is to stand in a field and to smell green, to taste air, to feel the earth want me, Without all this concrete hating me.

I learn more about God From weeds than from roses; Resilience springing Through the smallest chink of hope In the absolute of concrete....

The flower offered of itself And eloquently spoke Of Gods In languages of rainbows Perfumes And secret silence...

Love is no respecter of age or practicality Neither morality: unabashed She enters where she will Unheeding that her immortal fires Burn up human hearts...

We weave our excuses around events. Thin, poor quality cloth of justification Poor substitutes for the heavy tribal blankets Once we wove to wrap our children.

I am tired of the imposed rhythms of men, Tethered time, restrained and trained To a monotonous beat Digital time blinking exactness Unliving.

Expectant of greater things, We try climbing - Higher And Higher; An effort that costs us much, Leaving us short of breath To find only The ground below is much prettier.

Time is like the wind That comes in the morning With a barely palpable caress of the cheek Rising to a comfortable caress In its measured passage of the day Until it rises a sudden gale Revealing the irrevocability of its power Trembling our browning leaves And blowing them to our finality.

I am a thread too slender To suspend all this reality...