My house says to me, “Do not leave me, for here dwells your past.” And the road says to me, “Come and follow me, for I am your future.” And I say to both my house and the road, “I have no past, nor have I a future. Now tell me, how could we ever meet at the same place and the same time? We measure time according to the move- ment of countless suns and they measure time by little machines in their little pockets.
But when I reached the depths I became very still. When God threw me, a pebble, into this wondrous lake I disturbed its surface with countless circles. But I heard a song of exceeding sweetness. And again I closed my hand, and when I opened it there was naught but mist. And again I closed and opened my hand, and in its hollow stood a man with a sad face, turned upward.
And I closed and opened my hand again, and behold there was a bird. Then I opened it and lo, the mist was a worm. But the sea and the shore will remain For ever.
The high tide will erase my foot-prints, And the wind will blow away the foam. I AM for ever walking upon these shores, Betwixt the sand and the foam.
