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take me to Innisfree
March 26, 2006
I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made:
Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honeybee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.
And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet’s wings.
I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,
I hear it in the deep heart’s core.
~ William Butler Yeats
Sounds like a plan, doesn't it? I think every moment presents us with a choice. Live in heaven, now. Or slowly unravel in hell. Plans and intentions may be set in motion to make it to paradise at some future date, but something tells me this holy destination is measured neither in years nor in miles.
Innisfree... I hear it in the deep heart's core.
The destination is free ~ inside us ~ now.
{ photo by rob white }
Posted by susan at March 26, 2006 7:59 PM
Comments
I wanna go!
Posted by: aola at March 26, 2006 8:15 PM
Measured in and by your heart...
Posted by: dan at March 26, 2006 10:31 PM
That is my goal in my 40's... to live each day with intention. It really is a choice we make, and yes, the destination is free. How very lovely. Beautiful photo by Rob...
Posted by: samtzmom at March 27, 2006 6:49 AM
Meet you there at any time. Great shot, lovely poem, warm words. A morning reminder to us all.
Posted by: janet at March 27, 2006 11:09 AM
