Time for Serenity, Anyone?
I like to live in the sound of water,in the feel of mountain
air. A sharpreminder hits me: this world still is alive;it stretches out there shivering
toward its owncreation, and I'm part of it.
Even my breathing enters into the elaborate give-and-take,this bowing to sun and
moon, day or night,winter, summer, storm, still-this tranquilchaos that seems to be going
somewhere
This Wilderness with a great peacefulness in it.
This motionless turmoil, this everything dance.
by
William Stafford
