Wave logged sands soak footprints
The weights of a journey
And then
Wash them
Away...
The weights of a journey
And then
Wash them
Away...
The fog moves on...
Carl Sandburg
To understand any living thing, you must, so to say, creep within and feel the beating of its heart.
~ William (W.) MacNeile Dixon
~ William (W.) MacNeile Dixon
from The Human Situation: The Gifford lectures delivered in the University of Glasgow, 1935-1937 (1937).
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1 comment:
That's an interesting perspective especially with the "weights of a journey." Now there's another poem in that phrase. What "weights" do we all carry in our journey? In time, those weights get washed away again and again. Enjoyed your stone, Gemma.
Also, thank you once again for visiting my small stones blog. Just wanted to let you know that I did wish I had a camera, but I was at work when my Pollock mess happened. lol ;)
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