The Drop, that wrestles in the Sea –
Forgets her own locality
As I, in Thee –
She knows herself an incense small –
Yet small, she sighs, if all, is all,
How larger – be?
The Ocean, smiles at her conceit –
But she, forgetting Amphitrite –
Pleads “Me”?
~ Emily Dickinson
(The Poems of Emily Dickinson, #255)
I’m saying open up
And let the rain come pouring in
Wash out this tired notion
That the best is yet to come
But while you’re dancing on the ground
Don’t think of when you’re gone
~ Dave Matthews
♫ (Pig) ♫
Has the rain replaced the snow, Barbara? 🙂
Yup! 🙂 But we might be getting a wintry mix (snow, sleet, freezing rain, rain – all in the same storm) this weekend… 🙁
The best is NOW! (Or at least the only moment there is…)
And to think, it was by listening to Dave Matthews’ lyrics that I first started getting the concept of here/now. Still dancing now, now, now…