Yoshimi ruster opp

Solen snur 17.47 i dag.
Så blir dagene omsider lysere igjen.

Aller helst skulle jeg  vært her:

Stonehenge

T.S Eliot;  Four Quartets, East Coker (utdrag)

O dark dark dark. They all go into the dark.
The vacant interstellar spaces……
I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope
For hope would be hope for the wrong thing; wait without love
For love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith
But the faith and the love and the hope are all in the waiting.
Wait without thought, for you are not ready for thought:
So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing.

Resten ligger her…

Happy solstice!