like to live in the sound of water,
In the feel of mountain air. A sharp
Reminder hits me: this world is still alive;
It stretches out there shivering toward its own
Creation, and I'm a part of it. Even my breathing
Enters into an elaborate give-and-take,
This bowing to sun and 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, Time for Serenity, Anyone?
From the book, Even in Quiet Places ~~