09 April 2006

I do not know much about gods; but i think that the river is a strong brown god (Third Quartet)

The river is within us, the sea is all about us...

And we've been on it, paddled to the sand bar, walked the beach, been chased back by a furious windstorm. Now it's time to light the fire and have more tea and read for hours longer as the rain comes down in torrents and the wind sweeps up leaves.

My mind is lost as we sit beneath our blankets, I am remembering so many recent nights...

Lying awake, calculating the future,
Trying to unweave, unwind, unravel
And piece together the past and the future,
Between midnight and dawn, when the past is all deception,
The future futureless, before the morning watch
Whem time stops and time is never ending;
And the ground swell, that is and was from the beginning, Clangs
The bell.

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