A last flying visit... I'm leaving today, one day earlier than planned, for my one-year-stay in Greece -- out of the already-known into the unknown -- a journey I've longed for from time immemorial.
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Creative action plays with the unknown.
But as the child fears the dark,
full of big dogs and mental monsters
formed from fantasies,
the adult child will be fearful too,
faced with the dark world of the unknown mind,
with vast concepts looking enormous
just beyond the front yard.
Peering out, he sees no parents
in the darkness of that land
where he has never been.
The unknown is uncontrolled,
no strategies exist that will enclose
the endless territory of the new.
Only trust in yourself and in this world
can carry you past the watchdogs of your fears
and out of the iron gates of the already-known.
~ Arthur Deikman ~
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What am I, after all, but a child, pleas'd with the sound of my own
name? repeating it over and over;
I stand apart to hear -- it never tires me.
To you, your name also;
Did you think there was nothing but two or three pronunciations in
the sound of your name?
~ Walt Whitman ~
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Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
~ William Butler Yeats ~