“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 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
foto of hyde street bellingen nsw australi in december 2013
The church cars have gone—
this empty street needs you.
Clouds gather in the west,
bitumen drinks the sun
and everything is slow;
the dog deeply sleeping.
Tomorrow there are bills
to pay, a house to plaster,
but this stillness lingers
in the naked limbs of trees,
on the green and yellow grass.
This empty street needs you—
its sun-drenched gardens,
its music of cars.
Cameron Lowe’s ‘Sunday’,
Beneath them I swam to the boathouse
With only my life in my arms
To wait for the lake to shine back
At the risen moon with such power
That my steps on the light of the ripples
Might be sustained.
Paulo Coelho, The Witch Of Portobello
It ends with the usual stillness,
Those toe-tapping terrors
Trapped, perfection cracked,
Yet up in the evening sky
A ghostly footprint whizzes figures of eight.
Written 1987 Published 1994 Such Sweet Thunder 69
“The stork is voiceless because there is really nothing to say.”
FROM The Stillness of Cows
Milk the cow, but do not pull off the udder. Greek.
from Quote Garden
foto – ulmarra cows dec 09
"National proverbs: Serbia"
A Midsummer Noon in the Australian Forest
NOT a sound disturbs the air,
There is quiet everywhere;
Over plains and over woods
What a mighty stillness broods!
foto – gwydir highway nov 09 en route to armidale from grafton