Sublime
An inspiration engine for ideas
As T. S. Eliot wrote, in a brilliant and painstaking way: 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.
David Whyte • The Heart Aroused: Poetry and the Preservation of the Soul in Corporate America
Soon this short verse sprang free from renga and began to articulate aesthetic qualities, such as a sense of beautiful aloneness (sabishisa) and restrained elegance (furyu).
Sam Hamill • The Pocket Haiku (Shambhala Pocket Library)
"Lost" [by David Wagoner]
Stand still. The trees ahead and bushes beside you
Are not lost. Wherever you are is called Here,
And you must treat it as a powerful stranger,
Must ask permission to know it and be known.
The forest breathes. Listen. It answers,
I have made this place around you.
If you leave it, you may come back again, saying Here.
No two trees
... See morean unreclaimed creature, without refinement, without cultivation: an arid wilderness of furze and whinstone.
Emily Bronte • Wuthering Heights
