We shall not cease from exploration
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;
And all shall be well and
All manner of thing shall be well,
When the tongues of flame are in-folded
Into the crowned knot of fire
And the fire and the rose are one.
From The Little Gidding, by TS Eliot....one of my all time favourite poems.
On Sunday morning seven of us from my book club hiked up to a bluff overlooking the ocean and the Gulf Islands to read our favourite poems to each other and this was one that I read. We sipped champagne and orange juice, devoured delicious homemade scones and were even entertained by one of our group who sang several songs of her own composition. All of this on top of a mountain with a backdrop of such sheer beauty that we were in awe of our good fortune to share the experience.
Bliss!
