In between
the joy of gardening,
is the joy of pulsing,
is the joy of eating,
is the joy of loving others is the joy of living;
and there may be the joy of not doing anything, at all this could be called Peace; and after that joy of doing nothing and that too could give
or bring peace.
There seems to be a veritable pulse, in all of these things of joy; a pulsing, like breathing ripples going everywhere.
you know it …anyway
and words…they are often said to be superfluous so just keep Rippling on (KRO)(kro-ing)
if you like acronyms!
John of Golden Bay
Or the waterfall, or music heard so deeply
That it is not heard at all, but you are the music
While the music lasts.
These are only hints
and guesses,
Hints followed by guesses;
and the rest
Is prayer, observance, discipline, thought and action.
The hint half guessed, the gift half understood, is Incarnation.
T.S. Eliot “Dry Salvages” from Four Quartets
