Oh blessed perseverance of the donkey that turns the water-wheel! Always the same pace. Always the same circles. One day after another: everyday the same. Without that, there would be no ripeness in the fruit, nor blossom in the orchard, nor scent of flowers in the garden. Carry this thought to your interior life.–The Way, 998
Imagery or wordplay--
which will govern the Verse of the Day?
What am I supposed to do--
scrawl a limerick or paint haiku?
blood from the glass well
drawn up by the thirsty reed
spills across the page