From Dag Hammarskjold in Markings.
I am being driven forward
Into an unknown land.
The pass grows steeper,
The air colder and sharper.
A wind from my unknown goal
Stirs the strings
Of expectation.
Still the question:
Shall I ever get there?
There where life resounds,
A clear pure note
In the silence.
Markings is a great read. Thanks for sharing!
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You bet. I’m getting into it slowly. Very slowly. And it is great.
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