In our little northern village we had a few cars - one of them was a VW bug. What I remember about the car was every once in a while it would stop, everyone would pile out, yank out the back seat, put the fire out that the engine had started on the back seat, put the back seat back, pile back in and off they'd go again.
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.
3 comments:
Hmmm, shows how much they knew -- then and now, I'd be willing to bet!
I don't think I like it for any more than that. ;0)
In our little northern village we had a few cars - one of them was a VW bug. What I remember about the car was every once in a while it would stop, everyone would pile out, yank out the back seat, put the fire out that the engine had started on the back seat, put the back seat back, pile back in and off they'd go again.
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