Questions grow exponentially any way you start with one from which derive to, and from those to derive four, and doubts keep piling up, and they never stop, so you never reach a clarity where you know it all.
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.
2 comments:
My innate curiosity has served me well for many years. I hope I never lose that, because it's one of the things that keeps life interesting!
Questions grow exponentially any way you start with one from which
derive to, and from those to derive four, and doubts keep piling up,
and they never stop, so you never reach a clarity where you know it
all.
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