08 Feb 09
I am content to follow to its source—
Every event in action or in thought;
Measure the lot; forgive myself the lot!
When such as I cast out remorse
So great a sweetness flows into the breast
We must laugh and we must sing,
We are blest by everything,
Everything we look upon is blessed.
from “A Dialogue of Self and Soul”
by W.B. Yeats
read in “Iron John” by Robert Bly
