Monday, 17 January 2011

January 17th

Our vision is partial, fleeting, mutable , and transformative. To live as if our view is permanent and stable is to cling to what is inherently elusive, to exhaust ourselves trying to cleave to what ripples away, drips off the willows, is pierced by the hollow stems of reeds. We get, at most, a glimpse now and then of the body at home in the soft lap of the earth, one foot in a seephole and one in a dream.
Barbara Hurd