Let It All Begin Again

Thanks to the sea, thanks to the tall grass prairie, thanks to Europe, thanks to Debussy and Satie, thanks to the desert, thanks to Spring, thanks to the orange sunsets, thanks to the luminous light, thanks to dreams.  Let it all begin again ---again--again! 

The sea has many voices..
The distant rote in the granite teeth...
And under the oppression of the silent fog
The tolling bell
Measures time not our time, rung by the unhurried
Ground swell...
When time stops and time is never ending:
And the ground swell, that is and was from the beginning
Clangs
The Bell.

Caprice

---T.S. Eliot

AT THE HEART OF LIFE

" At the heart of life is the flaw, the imperfection
Without which there would be no motion and no reason to continue.
At the heart of life is the knowledge of death
Without which there would be no boundaries and no limitation
And so no reason for existence or for action--and no time.
At the heart of life there is silence without which sound
Would have no meaning, nor music, and we should not hear it--
And this flaw, this knowledge of death, this background
Of silence are the form within which life is boundless,
Everlasting, creating, discarding destroying, always in flux,

Desert Sanctum II

Always changing, choosing, denying, affirming in order to discover
The purer Form in which the purer Freedom may have its being---"

                                                               May Sarton