...because sometimes, often, phrases ricochet through my mind, and sometimes, often, i want to hold them, soaking in them, turning them over until the flash brilliant light and i am transformed. t. s. eliot's 'the four quartets' remains one of my favourite poetic works. here are some line, from 'little gidding.' ponder, dwell, listen...
"... and what you thought you came for
Is only a shell, a husk of meaning
From which the purpose breaks only when it is fulfilled
If at all. Either you had no purpose
Or the purpose is beyond the end you figured
And is altered in fulfillment.
...
If you came this way,
Taking any route, starting from anywhere,
At any time or at any season,
It would always be the same: you would have to put off
Sense and notion. You are not here to verify,
Instruct yourself, or inform curiousity
Or carry report. You are here to kneel
Where prayer has been valid. And prayer is more
Than an order of words, the conscious occupation
Of the praying mind, or the sound of the voice praying."
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