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Post by glenn on Jul 18, 2012 15:28:47 GMT -6
We clasp the hands of those that go before us,
And the hands of those who come after us.
We enter the little circle of each other's arms
And the larger circle of lovers,
Whose hands are joined in a dance,
And the larger circle of all creatures,
Passing in and out of life,
Who move also in a dance,
To a music so subtle and vast that no ear hears it
Except in fragments
~~Wendell Berry
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Post by heartfelt7 on Jul 19, 2012 20:43:45 GMT -6
Wow - this seems like such a small verse to expand and encircle so much (and you can almost feel your own fragment of the music). Nice!!!
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Post by glenn on Jul 20, 2012 15:17:20 GMT -6
It is an appealing to me to think of the great animating life-force of the world as music, and the created beings as dancers to that music. I probably dance a bit like a giddy ox, but I sure feel the music.  |
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Post by heartfelt7 on Jul 21, 2012 8:14:29 GMT -6
That is a most beautiful way to think of life. There is a Daniel Nahmod song that goes "When you hear the music, dance." My Heart does the dancing in me (ha).
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