The Song of the Ungrit Runners

We swing ungirded hips, 
And lightened are our eyes, 
The rain is on our lips, 
We do not run for prize. 
We know not whom we trust 
Nor whitherward we fare, 
But we run because we must 
Through the great wide air. 

The waters of the seas 
Are troubled as by storm. 
The tempest strips the trees 
And does not leave them warm. 
Does the tearing tempest pause? 
Do the tree-tops ask it why? 
So we run without a cause 
'Neath the big bare sky. 

The rain is on our lips, 
We do not run for prize. 
But the storm the water whips 
And the wave howls to the skies. 
The winds arise and strike it 
And scatter it like sand, 
And we run because we like it 
Through the broad bright land.
by Charles Hamilton Sorley

“If you don’t like the world the way it is, change it -
 one step at a time. 
Be prepared for how long change might take 
and how hard it will sometimes be. Always remember 
the quote you wrote in your diary after hearing Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. speak:

‘If you can’t fly, 
if you can’t run, 
if you can’t walk, 
but by all means

keep moving.’ ” 

- Marian Wright Edelman 

Some wonder if the star of Bethlehem
Occurred when Jupiter and Saturn crossed;
It’s comforting to look up from this roof
And feel that, while all changes, nothing’s lost,
To recollect that in antiquity
The winter solstice fell in Capricorn
And that, in the Orion Nebula,
From swirling gas, new stars are being born.

Timothy Steele, from "Toward the Winter Solstice." 

The one thing in this life we know with certainty. You either watch change happen or you make it happen - but regardless of your involvement it occurs.
-  Sarah Ryhanen
A new one:

The constant source for happiness is curiosity.

- Alice Munro

Julia posted this a while ago
and i've been thinking a lot about it lately.
thank you.

from 'A Season in Hell' by Arthur Rimbaud

On the road, on winter nights, no shelter, no clothes, no food, a voice would fasten on my heart:

'weakness and strength: the fact is you are here - that much is strength. You don't know where you're going or why. Go everywhere, answer every greeting. You're no more likely to get yourself killed than if you were already a corpse.'

In the morning my eyes would be so blank, my expression so dead, that people I encountered may not even have seen me.

Arthur Rimbaud - Selected Poems and Letters
Translated with an Introduction and Notes by Jeremy Harding and John Sturrock
Penguin Books, 2004, p. 147