Quote of the moment
When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children's lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
-Wendell Berry: The Peace or the Wild Things
Sun on the skin
Melting off cold
Color pale flesh
Release caves hold
Rain of withered face
Washing decayed soul
That age has eaten
Taking a long toll
Wind at my back
Pushes forward
Down a long path
Hoping reward
Noise of surrounding
Life of joyfulness
Wanting to enjoy
Others space of bliss
Feeling the peace
Without joining
Move ever on
No song to sing
Wishing for a place
Dreaming of union
Fantasy unfilled
Only delusion
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