i like to live in the sound of water,
in the feel of mountain air. a sharp
reminder hits me: this world still is alive;
it stretches out there shivering towards its own
creation, and i am a part of it. even my breathing
enters into this elaborate give-and-take,
this bowing to sun amd moon, day or night,
winter, summer, storm, still ---this tranquil
chaos that seems to be going somewhere.
this wilderness with a great peacefulness in it.
this motionless turmoil. this everything dance.
~ william stafford
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