A whole week without posting. Nothing to write here about. Or, better, nothing that could be written down. I go through a period of dilemmas and precarious equilibriums. Anything I write could destroy them. I'd rather remain silent and wait.
I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope
For hope would be hope for the wrong thing; wait without love
For love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith
But the faith and the love and the hope are all in the waiting.
Wait without thought, for you are not ready for thought:
So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing.
T.S. Eliot
About Me
- doodler
- I am a writer of books, articles and blogs. This is my first totally anonymous work. Short "marginalia" and photographs mostly from my mobile phone. I write out of my own need and for my own pleasure. Visitors are welcome but not necessary.
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