The Analytical Mind Imparts

We're all on one road, and we're only passing through.

~ Leonard Cohen

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CHILDHOOD 

It would be good to give much thought, before

you try to find words for something so lost,

for those long childhood afternoons you knew

that vanished so completely --and why?

We're still reminded--: sometimes by a rain,

but we can no longer say what it means;

life was never again so filled with meeting,

with reunion and with passing on

as back then, when nothing happened to us

except what happens to things and creatures:

we lived their world as something human,

and became filled to the brim with figures.

And became as lonely as a sheperd

and as overburdened by vast distances,

and summoned and stirred as from far away,

and slowly, like a long new thread,

introduced into that picture-sequence

where now having to go on bewilders us.

~ Rainer Maria Rilke

. . . . .

When we no longer know what to do we have come to our real work, and when we no longer know which way to go we have begun our real journey. The mind that is not baffled is not employed. The impeded stream is the one that sings.

~ Wendell Berry

 . . . .

Passing through, passing through. 

Sometimes happy, sometimes blue, 

glad that I ran into you. 

Tell the people that you saw me passing through.

~ Leonard Cohen