When to Shakespeare and his works I attend, I lean back in my mind and acknowledge, this man was alive while he lived, each play of his a celebration of language and life, and if they have one lesson to give, it is to be alive while you live.
Clearly not one simply to go through the motions, he could give word to the wind that murmured in the greenwood, moaned on the heath, towered to tempest, to rage from the oceans.
No, do not just let the days go by, know each moment is new, held by your eye. What waves fall towards you, life to them give, be alive while you live.
When to Shakespeare and his works I attend,
I lean back in my mind and acknowledge,
this man was alive while he lived,
each play of his a celebration of language and life,
and if they have one lesson to give,
it is to be alive while you live.
Clearly not one simply to go through the motions,
he could give word to the wind
that murmured in the greenwood, moaned on the heath,
towered to tempest, to rage from the oceans.
No, do not just let the days go by,
know each moment is new, held by your eye.
What waves fall towards you, life to them give,
be alive while you live.