I said to my soul, be still, and let the dark come upon you
Which shall be the darkness of God. As, in a theatre,
The lights are extinguished, for the scene to be changed
With a hollow rumble of wings, with a movement of darkness on darkness,
And we know that the hills and the trees, the distant panorama
And the bold imposing facade are all being rolled away—
Or as, when an underground train, in the tube, stops too long between stations
And the conversation rises and slowly fades into silence
And you see behind every face the mental emptiness deepen
Leaving only the growing terror of nothing to think about;
Or when, under ether, the mind is conscious but conscious of nothing—
I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope
For hope would be hope for the wrong thing; wait without love,
For love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith
But the faith and the love and the hope are all in the waiting.
Wait without thought, for you are not ready for thought:
So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing. T. S. Eliot. Four Quartets.
spending time with your last painting and then this, your photograph and this poem, i can not help but wonder - who are you? really? and how do you manage to live inside of this world? i mean this world, for if you know how, surely you must tell me)))ReplyDelete
i was admiring the image of pegasus, seeing his trapped and beating wings, and then i read this. i agree with erin. i am interested to know more about how you balance the darkness and light.ReplyDelete
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I think Eliot says a lot about balancing darkness and light; Eastern thought quite a lot too! I keep in mind what a man I've never met personally but have a wonderful(internet) dialogue with wrote-- "the voice we hear inside us is not who we are". Thoughts come and go--who are we?