9 Mordad 1405
Quatrain 51 of 75
“The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,
Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.”
Reflection · Summer 1405
The record of summer is being made in real time, the Finger moving across the long days with particular speed. Having writ, Moves on — summer moves on so fast that the writ barely has time to dry before the next line is being written. Look at what the summer is writing about you: the decisions made, the loves pursued or not pursued, the cups filled or left empty.
Hold summer as what it is: the record being made. Not with anxiety about what is being written but with the desire to be genuinely present in it. Let the summer line say something worth saying.