There was a rhythm to the canter. Up, forward, down; up, forward, down. It soon became pleasant. The broad warm rump felt good beneath her. The pounding was diminished, cushioned by the horse's muscles and the springiness of his hindquarter joints . . . The ridden horse was a marvel, diminishing space.
Morgan LlywelynYou must bind up any wounds you give the earth and you must feed her to replace what you take from her. Every gift she gives, every tree, every stalk of grain, costs her. Only if you repay your debts will she continue to provide.
Morgan LlywelynAs the sun is to the earth, so Honour is to a man. without it, he will not flourish. All else may fail you, but honour is the treasure no one can take from you, the shield no one can penetrate unless you let them. Honour is beautiful and clean. Honour is sacred.
Morgan LlywelynIf you would have peace, genuine peace, you must accept all the aspects of your personality and learn to be comfortable with them.
Morgan LlywelynI'm Irish!...When I feel well I feel better than anyone, when I am in pain I yell at the top of my lungs, and when I am dead I shall be deader than anybody.
Morgan LlywelynThe harmony that holds the stars on their courses and the flesh on our bones resonates through all creation. Every sound contains its echo. Before there was humankind, or even forest, there was sound. Sound spread from the source in great circles like those formed when a stone is dropped in a pool. We follow waves of sound from life to life. A dying manโs ears will hear long after his eyes are blind. He hears the sound that leads him to his next life as the Source of All being plucks the harp of creation.
Morgan LlywelynThere is a cruelty that lurks in some menโs souls which is only released when they have other men in their power.
Morgan LlywelynWaiting is worse than knowing. Grief rends the heart cleanly, that it may begin to heal; waiting shreds the spirit.
Morgan LlywelynBodies wear out to remind us they are temporary, and force us to spend more thought on our spirits
Morgan LlywelynShe enjoys rain for its wetness, winter for its cold, summer for its heat. She loves rainbows as much for fading as for their brilliance. It is easy for her, she opens her heart and accepts everything.
Morgan LlywelynWeโre born alone and we die alone, I accept that. But why, God, do we have to be alone in the middle?
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