Sunday, December 9, 2007

Stream of Whatever

Here's a random photo booth picture of me along with a dose of T.S. Eliot. I figured a random photo of myself and some deep thoughts from Eliot would be the perfect remedy for those Sunday night blues that you may or may not be having. Either way, I do what I can to share the wealth.

This is the last part of T.S. Eliot's Little Gidding. The first four lines of this excerpt have always been really meaningful for me. These lines also appear at the very beginning of one of my favorite movies, Run Lola Run. Hmmm, T.S. Eliot and an indie German flick, the perfect combo. Enjoy...

We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time.
Through the unknown, unremembered gate
When the last of earth left to discover
Is that which was the beginning;
At the source of the longest river
The voice of the hidden waterfall
And the children in the apple-tree
Not known, because not looked for
But heard, half-heard, in the stillness
Between two waves of the sea.
Quick now, here, now, always—
A condition of complete simplicity
(Costing not less than everything)
And all shall be well and
All manner of thing shall be well
When the tongues of flame are in-folded
Into the crowned knot of fire
And the fire and the rose are one.

1 comment:

Laura Lee said...

Thanks for the poem Monica. I've known those first four lines for awhile. I actually used them in a Sacrament meeting talk a couple years ago. But I never knew what poem they were attached to until now!