Saturday, February 25, 2006
Time For Serenity, Anyone?
I like to live in the sound of water,
in the feel of the mountain air. A sharp
reminder hits me the world still is alive;
it stretches out there shivering toward its own
creation, and I'm part of it. Even my breathing
enters into this elaborate give-and-take,
this bowing to sun and moon, day or night,
winter, summer, storm, still this tranquil
chaos that seems to be going somewhere.
This wilderness with a great peacefulness in it.
This motionless turmoil, this everything dance.
~© William Stafford~