Thought I would resurrect this because I'm old school that way.
The Place of Wild Things
"When despair for the world grows in me and I wake up in the night at the least sound in fear of what my life and my children's lives may be, I go and lie down where the wood drake rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds. I come into the peace of wild things who do not tax their lives with forethought of grief. I come into the presence of still water. And I feel above me the day-blind stars waiting with their light. For a time, I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
- Wendell Berry
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Amazing poem on stillness. It aptly highlights how our mind itself can torment us by generating uncontrolled and unnecessary thoughts. Loved it. :)
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