In my End is my Beginning

"Woman with Wet Hair" Bhaktapur, Nepal

“Woman with Wet Hair” Bhaktapur, Nepal

…when I saw this lady, she had such a sad aura around her…I truly hope she was just having some rest after washing her hair.

“Love is most nearly itself
When here and now cease to matter.
Old men ought to be explorers
Here or there does not matter
We must be still and still moving
Into another intensity
For a further union, a deeper communion
Through the dark cold and the empty desolation,
The wave cry, the wind cry, the vast waters
Of the petrel and the porpoise. In my end is my beginning”


by T. S. Eliot – East Coker (1940) from the Four Quartets


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