Poetry may make us from time to time a little more aware of the deeper, unnamed feelings which form the substratum of our being, to which we rarely penetrate; for our lives are mostly a constant evasion of ourselves.
T. S. Eliot
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
This wheel keeps turning and all we try is to hold on to something ever changing. We seek to keep it all in place to hold on to our future and our past. You can build a house of leaves, but its just a seasons thing, and the winds will sing. Don't chase those leaves my friend. I hope you love them while they are there, you cherish them and hold them dear,but when the winds call and they must disappear find yourself wishing a safe journey in the sky, trusting that they have the right to fly.