I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow. I feel my fate in what I cannot fear. I learn by going where I cannot go.
We think by feeling. What is there to know? I hear my being dance from ear to ear. I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
Of those so close beside me, which are you? God bless the Ground! I shall walk softly there, And learn by going where I have to go.
Light takes the Tree, but who can tell us how? The lowly worm climbs up a winding stair; I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
Great Nature has another thing to do To you and me; so take the lively air, And, lovely, learn by going where to go.
This shaking keeps me steady. I should know. What falls away is always. And is near. I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow. I learn by going where I have to go.
4 comments:
My first thought upon reading the title of this post was "...and he's got a gun!".
ayuh...the very words my Aunt Fred used to say outside the Evangelist Baptist church of Bog Hoot of a muddy Srping day in lovely pink drag.
That's a funny image!
I thought it was Big Hoot. Must go check that out.
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