The signs of the dawn are seen in the East
And the breath of the new life is here…
Mother Earth is the first to be called to awake…
She moves, she awakes, she rises,
She feels the breath of the new-born dawn.
The leaves and the grass stir;
All things move with the breath of the new day;
Everywhere life is renewed.
This is very mysterious.
We are speaking of something very sacred,
Although it happens every day.
–Tahirussawichi, Pawnee priest
Moderation is not a negation of intensity, but helps avoid monotony
Will you stop for a while, stop trying to pull yourself
for some clear “meaning’’—some momentary summary?
can have poetry or dances, prayers or climaxes all day;
blankness of little dramatic consciousness is good for the
only Dosotyevsky can be Dostoyevskian at such long
look what intensity did to poor great Van Gogh!,
Scrounge and be stupid, that doesn’t take much centering
of one’s forces;
as wise Whitman said, `lounge and invite the soul.’ Get
and not only because (as Cocteau said) `poetry is the
literature of sleep’;
be a dumb bell for a few minutes at least; we don’t want
Sunday church bells
Rest is not quitting
The busy career;
Rest is the fitting
Of self to one’s sphere.
`Tis the brook’s motion
Clear without strife,
Fleeing to ocean,
After this life.
`Tis loving and serving,
The highest and best;
`Tis onward unswerving,
And this is true rest.
–Johann Wolfagang Von Goethe