" 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,
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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