Scott Hastie Quotes

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

Ours was such a delicious risk. My being abruptly and altogether Ecstatic and be-stilled.

Sense how Even the smooth stones ache With stories of their own In the shuddering light of day.

The searing light of morning Asks unwelcome questions, Fragile hopes soon blistered by daylight.

Be brave enough to never yearn For that you cannot hold close In your heart forever. Tread lightly, cherish compassion And live in the moment without fear.

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

Everyday can be extraordinary And ripe, Like a flower burst, If the will is there.

A permanent path That, once illuminated, Goes ever onward - a way home.

When in love or inspired, An eternal kiss from the divine Awaits us all.

Sublime moments refracted, Even if only for seconds, Caught forever in your soul.

Ultimately not one amongst us Will ever be denied that, The glimmer of a chance to shine.

And so we smile on, Feeding the truths we share With a union of our souls, Cathedral slaves of our passion Which builds beauty amongst chaos.

The light needs only our trust And, of course, the darkness To work its eternal alchemy.

Together we all live every moment On the very brink; The razor’s edge Of ecstasy or disaster.

Be content to love, to dazzle in the light, If only for moments… And then be gone, With gladness in your heart, Before the creeping shadows Claim too much your sadness at leaving.

I am sad, like the hot dust on the streets And the music of fresh fallen leaves Caught in a sliding summer breeze.