On my mind today...
Oct. 17th, 2008 10:30 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rivkaNothing is lost; the universe is honest,
Time, like the sea, gives all back in the end,
But only in its own way, on its own conditions:
Empires as grains of sand, forests as coal,
Mountains as pebbles. Be still, be still, I say;
You were never the water, only a wave;
Not substance, but a form substance assumed.
- Elder Olson, 1968
Time, like the sea, gives all back in the end,
But only in its own way, on its own conditions:
Empires as grains of sand, forests as coal,
Mountains as pebbles. Be still, be still, I say;
You were never the water, only a wave;
Not substance, but a form substance assumed.
- Elder Olson, 1968
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Date: 2008-10-17 07:09 pm (UTC)Me too. Poetry doesn't usually do much for me, but this reaches some hard-to-describe places.
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Date: 2008-10-17 10:57 pm (UTC)I thoroughly enjoy poetry, both reading and writing. I've not heard this one before. I read it to a friend of mine, and it hit him hard too. "That's really... profound..! It hits you like... like drinking a whole milkshake in one gulp!" Which yeah, it kind of is.
Reminds you the world doesn't revolve around you, and to step back and look at the bigger picture.