In my end is my beginning.
“Here or there does not matter
We must be still and still moving
Into another intensity
For a further union, a deeper communion
Through the dark cold and the empty desolation,
The wave cry, the wind cry, the vast waters
Of the petrel and the porpoise. In my end is my beginning” TS Eliot
Strange connection. Was reading Little Gidding yesterday.
Brilliant isn’t it… every time I read it I see something new. For me, anyway, it gives perspective, and at least on those time when I “get it”. I have to confess I’m not always on the wavelength..
Synchronicity?