Sand
I will indeed bless you, and I will make your offspring as numerous as the stars of heaven and as the sand that is on the seashore. [Gen. 22:17 NRSV]
And they came to an end, a dead end stirred with a flicker of life,
And they came to the withered ancient look of a child that has died of starvation.
Prayer wheels, worship of the dead, denial of this world, affirmation of rites with forgotten meanings In the restless wind-whipped sand, or the hills where the wind will not let the snow rest.
Waste and void. Waste and void.
And darkness on the face of the deep.
Then came, at a predetermined moment, a moment in time and of time,
A moment not out of time, but in time, in what we call history: transecting, bisecting the world of time, a moment in time but not like a moment of time,
A moment in time but time was made through that moment: for without the meaning there is no time, and that moment of time gave the meaning.
Eliot, T. S.. Collected Poems Choruses From The Rock VII, 1909-1962 (pp. 162-163). Houghton Mifflin Harcourt.
And they came to the withered ancient look of a child that has died of starvation.
Prayer wheels, worship of the dead, denial of this world, affirmation of rites with forgotten meanings In the restless wind-whipped sand, or the hills where the wind will not let the snow rest.
Waste and void. Waste and void.
And darkness on the face of the deep.
Then came, at a predetermined moment, a moment in time and of time,
A moment not out of time, but in time, in what we call history: transecting, bisecting the world of time, a moment in time but not like a moment of time,
A moment in time but time was made through that moment: for without the meaning there is no time, and that moment of time gave the meaning.
Eliot, T. S.. Collected Poems Choruses From The Rock VII, 1909-1962 (pp. 162-163). Houghton Mifflin Harcourt.
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Ozymandias
I met a traveler from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read,
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed,
And on the pedestal these words appear:
“My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings:
Look upon my works, ye Mighty, and despair!”
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.
By Percy Bysshe Shelley 1792-1822
[Ozymandias was the Greek name for Ramses II of Egypt - 13th C. BCE — PHL]
I met a traveler from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read,
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed,
And on the pedestal these words appear:
“My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings:
Look upon my works, ye Mighty, and despair!”
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.
By Percy Bysshe Shelley 1792-1822
[Ozymandias was the Greek name for Ramses II of Egypt - 13th C. BCE — PHL]