Recently I’ve been conscious of being on the edge of time.
We have never been where we are today and need fresh eyes to see it properly.
In this space, words from ‘A few miles above Tintern Abbey’ by Wordsworth, quoted by Bob Leckridge, have lodged with me:
While with an eye made quiet by the power
of harmony, and the deep power of joy,
we see into the life of things.
And yielded a few words from here:
STANDING ON THE EDGE
We don’t know how far we’ve come
until we look behind,
and then, in the fading light
We don’t know how far we have to go
as we look out
from here to the hills
and ask why.
We don’t know what we don’t know
(looking elsewhere for the truth)
that only comes to us
at the edge.
Yet standing at the edge of who we are
is the knowing, that in the flow
we are loved
and we are held.