...all this time I've been worshiping you - when other men wanted to kiss you, I've been offering the praise of my lips...

— John Geddes

...all winter the acorns and red Maple leaf moldered in silence - in the same way grief is gnawing at me - slowly, imperceptibly... consuming...

— John Geddes

...ambition or contentment? This simple question led me back to a more balanced view of life and put me in touch with the Me I used to know...

— John Geddes

...and here's a secret for you - everything beautiful is sad...gilded with impermanence...

— John Geddes

......and not out of fear or loneliness, but only to find myself again... for we have come too far my Life, to turn back now...

— John Geddes

...a passing face together with his grief turned you into a weeping Madonna...

— John Geddes

...art is weaker than life - in the end I have a bag of letters to scrabble into order - rune tiles to cast my fate...

— John Geddes

...a sensual life is a ghostly existence where you live on the surface and your soul passes through everything, touching nothing ...

— John Geddes

...at dawn, the grains of sleep turn to floating black spots, then out of focus the world tilts, and the cat scratches at the door...

— John Geddes

...at morning, I'm unruffled - I'll sit with my tea and Muse Cat beside me and listen to the soft chime of the grandfather clock...

— John Geddes