One Great Thing

There's only one great thing

And that one great thing

Is just to live

To open our eyes

To the great light of dawn

Moving across the land

And the beginning of the day

-Inuit saying, per the creators of
"Return to Noatak"

Time

Time is the substance from which I am made. 

Time is a river which carries me along, but I am the river; 

it is a tiger that devours me, but I am the tiger; 

it is a fire that consumes me, but I am the fire.


- Jorge Luis Borges, Labyrinths: Selected Stories and Other Writings

Happiness

There’s just no accounting for happiness,
or the way it turns up like a prodigal
who comes back to the dust at your feet
having squandered a fortune far away.

And how can you not forgive?
You make a feast in honor of what
was lost, and take from its place the finest
garment, which you saved for an occasion
you could not imagine, and you weep night and day
to know that you were not abandoned,
that happiness saved its most extreme form
for you alone.

No, happiness is the uncle you never
knew about, who flies a single-engine plane
onto the grassy landing strip, hitchhikes
into town, and inquires at every door
until he finds you asleep midafternoon
as you so often are during the unmerciful
hours of your despair.

It comes to the monk in his cell.
It comes to the woman sweeping the street
with a birch broom, to the child
whose mother has passed out from drink.
It comes to the lover, to the dog chewing
a sock, to the pusher, to the basketmaker,
and to the clerk stacking cans of carrots
in the night.
                  It even comes to the boulder
in the perpetual shade of pine barrens,
to rain falling on the open sea,
to the wineglass, weary of holding wine.

—Jane Kenyon

The Risk

One runs the risk
of weeping a
little

if one lets
oneself be
tamed.

--Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, Le Petit Prince
(arranged quote)