To learn to concentrate without effort
and to transform work into play
I need to have and hold a zone of silence
in my soul.
~ from Nan Merrill’s Journals
The grand show is eternal.
It is always sunrise somewhere;
the dew is never dried all at once;
a shower is forever falling;
vapor is ever rising.
Eternal sunrise, eternal dawn and gloaming,
on sea and continents and islands,
each in its turn,
as the round earth rolls.