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The Waking
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I feel my fate in what I cannot fear.
I learn by going where I cannot go.
We think by feeling. What is there to know?
I hear my being dance from ear to ear.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
Of those so close beside me, which are you?
God bless the Ground! I shall walk softly there,
And learn by going where I have to go.
Light takes the Tree, but who can tell us how?
The lowly worm climbs up a winding stair;
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
Great Nature has another thing to do
To you and me; so take the lively air,
And, lovely, learn by going where to go.
This shaking keeps me steady. I should know.
What falls away is always. And is near.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I learn by going where I have to go.
--Theodore Roethke
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Joy's Updates - Straight from the Horse's Mouth.
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Thursday, March 20, 2003
Harmless Diversion
During this time, we might want to discuss some frivilous things. Something reminded me of what I thought the Iron Curtain looked like when I was a child and before I realized it was a political metaphor. I thought it was a sort of wavy, heavy iron wall that looked like a curtain. I couldn't figure out how they got it there but was sure no one could get into or out of it. I had no idea exactly where it was - just "over there" somewhere around Russia, but I heard so much about it that I thought it was a real structure and couldn't figure out why it was called a curtain. What about you?
Next topic: the Tooth Fairy
2:07:00 PM
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