Quotes from Scott Hastie

The sacred bequestOf times long spent with your heartThat saturate and illuminate you nowSo piercingly…

Open the doors of your heart and they will come…And for every cruel arrow, Sweet caresses of delirium alsoTo nourish your soul.

Such is true joy's absolute certainty, Its slow lit fuse that burns holesIn the shabby shroud of death forever.

Every new dayOur children's joy is as fresh as roses, Even the birds chatter at dawn.

Sense howEven the smooth stones acheWith stories of their ownIn the shuddering light of day.

Once spun, The silken thread of all our aspirationsRemains intact, It can never be broken.

Nothing that truly mattersCan ever evaporate, Be excised, Burnt out of your soul.

Be as audaciousAs you wish.By all means look to the heavens.

In this life at least, Our fate is rarely epic.Maybe just as well, Impervious heroes we are not…

A permanent pathThat, once illuminated, Goes ever onward – a way home…

How stubborn life is, It clings like silver in our souls.

The sea, the sea…Man alone, Passive, unawareIn his elemental sadness.

Paradise is no whim.It takes time and trust, You see.

On the canvas of life, Every sweep of the brush matters, Counts for something…

Let us have no guiltLeft to wasteFor dreaming still.

Sacred space in whichTo distil, like amber, The best of your love.

The light needs only our trustAnd, of course, the darknessTo work its eternal alchemy.