The Age of Anxiety (excerpt) - W.H. Auden
We would rather be ruined
than changed
We would rather die
in our dread
than climb the cross
of the moment
and let our illusions
die
The Way In - Linda Hogan
Sometimes the way to milk and honey is through the body. Sometimes the way in is a song. But there are three ways in the world: dangerous, wounding and beauty. To enter stone, be water. To rise through the hard earth, be plant, desiring sunlight, believing in water. To enter fire, be dry. To enter life, be food.
