That winter when this thought came—how the river
held still every midnight and flowed
backward a minute—we studied algebra
late in our room fixed up in the barn,
and I would feel the curved relation,
the rafters upside down, and the cows in their life
holding the earth round and ready
to meet itself again when morning came.
At breakfast while my mother stirred the cereal
she said, “You’re studying too hard,”
and I would include her face and hands in my glance
and then look past my father’s gaze as
he told again our great race through the stars
and how the world can’t keep up with our dreams.
I would like to know just one person. To know all of what they think, all of who they are. All I see are fragments of what people want to show me. For once, I would like to know someone completely.
when we see with, not through the eye” —William Blake (via hollobone)
As long as you are interested in your present way of living, you will not abandon it. Discovery cannot come as long as you cling to the familiar. It is only when you realize fully the immense sorrow of your life and revolt against it, that a way out can be found.