For last year’s words belong to last year’s language and
next year’s words await another voice.
And to make an end is to make a beginning.
T.S. Eliot
In the writing of Missouri-born poet, T. S. Eliot, Water often appears.
From a warm haven in a silent and water-bound forest in the Missouri Ozarks, I want to mark the end of 2008 and the beginning of 2009 with two quotes from T.S. Eliot's work.
I hope they will inspire you too.
I'd like to thank all those who have supported my quest for soul this year and in previous years.
I am posting this on a new website - one of three rivers of words with which I'm endeavoring to celebrate and support Water.
Please take a moment to view the trailer for a forthcoming film about Water from the Healing Water Institute, New Zealand.
As I cannot thank all of you adequately and individually this year, I will be making a donation to this project as a gesture of gratitude to you and to Water.
Divine Water is an inspiring film intended to 'show the world what water really is ... how water is really like a human being.....or really how human beings are like water'.
I support these concepts wholeheartedly!
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Here is a familiar final stanza from Little Gidding by T.S. Eliot:
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 flames are in-folded
Into the crowned knot of fire
And the fire and the rose are one.
T. S. Eliot, Little Gidding, ... final stanza
Wishing us all and our blue planet a hopeful and happy future.
Sulis
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