For most of us, there is only the unattended
Moment, the moment in and out of time,
The distraction fit, lost in a shaft of sunlight,
The wild thyme unseen, or the winter lightning
Or the waterfall, or music heard so deeply
That it is not heard at all, but you are the music
While the music lasts. These are only hints and guesses,
Hints followed by guesses; and the rest
Is prayer, observance, discipline, thought and action.
– ‘The Dry Salvages’, Four Quartets, T.S. Eliot
Today I am willing to be completely at peace with how things are right now. I am attending to the moment while reading Eliot and drinking thick Vietnamese coffee just getting my body ready for the tasks at hand. In the other room, the music lasts with Rampal playing Sakura. There are some hints and guesses about what this autumn day might be like. And the rest is prayer…
