Passing, So often fruitlessly, Through all the doors To desire in life, Far finer, faraway prizes Twist and tease still, Like runaway kites Caught up In a storm of being That only more mindfulness Can becalm. Oh, for an end To such struggles. And with kind devotion Comes just that. An embrace Of perfect peace That never fails To usher in Its own...
Learn MoreWe are all prophets Of our own existence Are we not? And come what may, Tis always Such noble ambition To leave telling traces Of ourselves Wherever we can. Thus do all our lives Become An enduring tapestry Of pointed moments, Albeit seeded with loss, The ache of which will pass Whilst such sweet emotion Remains. See how potently That...
Learn MoreOh, that mankind would love and finally understand each other… This book is a true masterpiece. Scott pours over every letter and syllable, breathing in their meaning conveying the essence of time itself. What strikes me about his work, is that if humanity lived in tune with their souls as this, we would have an end to war, hunger poverty and distress....
Learn MoreYesterday, we reached the milestone of one million visits to scotthastie.com and are now having a little cyber party to celebrate… So thanks to everyone all round the world for your support and heartfelt responses to my work. Believe me, this is much appreciated and highly valued too… You really do power me on to try and reach higher in what I do,...
Learn MoreTo live a little You have to die a little, So says the angel’s Enigmatic smile. Never was the need For any anvil of angst Upon which To crack open The coded chronicles Of such a pointed Lifetime dilemma. Till then, limited By such dominant Conviction That fears the end so. And such Are all our hopes, Freer to flower Brighter still When no...
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