Today’s reading is about thoughts that come at night when all is quiet: Here is the quote from it that resonated today. My small stone is rather a dark resonance:
Jan 6 “…Mortal man has not the power to draw aside the veil of unborn time to tell the future of his race. That gift belongs of the Divine alone. But it is given to him to closely judge the future by the present, and the past.” — Simon Pokagon, Potawatomi, 1830-1899
Which is the gift and which
the curse? To foresee fate
or to move through days
blind to what will come?
“You’ve won the lottery!” they said,
To come close but have death turn away.
It made me a small anxious thing,
a shade fearing its own shadow.
I judge each new day in my palm, break it
into pieces searching for new omens,
to draw aside the veil of unborn time.
This too is a kind of death.
CAS Jan. 6 2015