Thursday, April 12, 2007

Thursday Poem - The Real Work


It may be that when we no longer know what to do
we have come to our real work,

and that when we no longer know which way to go
we have come to our real journey.

The mind that is not baffled is not employed.

The impeded stream is the one that sings.

Wendell Berry, The Real Work
(from Collected Peoms)

3 comments:

Maya's Granny said...

Such a lovely picture, such a thought provoking poem. Such a wonderful match.

Anonymous said...

Wow, that pretty much says it all and makes me realize I have such a long way to go.

Tabor

Hopscotch Willie said...

I'm baffled and unemployed.

Damn it.

William