zaterdag 5 april 2014

being


Silent comrade of the distances,
Know that space dilates with your own breath;
ring out, as a bell into the Earth
from the dark rafters of its own high place-
then watch what feeds on you grow strong again.
learn the transformations through and through:
what in your life has most tormented you?
If the water’s sour, turn it into wine.
Our senses cannot fathom this night, so
Be the meaning of their strange encounter;
at their crossing, be the radiant centre.
And should the world itself forget your name
Say this to the still earth: I flow.
Say this to the quick stream: I am.
-Don Paterson-




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