Paracelsus

Another sleepless night for me. No matter how hard I try to fall asleep, I just can't seem to. So as usual, I was just lying in bed thinking of things. Random thoughts just flow in and out of my head. Sometimes I just get so sick of thinking I want to smash my head into a wall just for one moment of peace and quiet. But then I think of how painful that might possibly be and change my mind. Actually I think I am more afraid of staining my walls with blood then the pain itself. Blood is really hard to wash off a white wall.

Anyhow...tonight I remembered a poem I once read a long time ago, about 9 years actually. (Wow...9 years...17 was almost a decade ago) Right, that was a quick stop back at memory lane. As I was saying, the poem came back to me today and so I thought I'd just put it up here and share it with anyone who happen to be passing by.

It's by Robert Browning and its just a small part from his really long poem Paracelsus.

"At times I almost dream,
I too have spent a life the sages' way,
And thread once more familiar paths.
Perchance I perished in an arrogant self-reliance an age ago;
And in that act a prayer for one more chance went up so earnest,
So instinct with better light let in by Death,
That life was blotted out; not so completely.
But scattered wrecks enough of it to remain,
Dim memories.
As now, when seems once more,
The goal insight again."