To Sail Beyond Sunset

Your flags are furledIf I am shot and dropped? So ends your world.DOING IS BEINGDoing is being.To have done's not enough;To stuff yourself with doing-that's the game.To name yourself each hour by what's done,To tabulate your time at sunset's gunAnd find yourself in actsYou could not know before the factsYou wooed from secret self, which much needs wooing,So doing brings it out,Kills doubt by simply jumping, rushing, runningForth to beThe now-discovered me.To not do is to die,Or lie about and lie about the thingsYou just might do some day.Away with that!Tomorrow empty staysIf no man plays it into beingWith his motioned way of seeing.Let your body lead your mindBlood the guide dog to the blind;So then practice and rehearseTo find heart-soul's universe,Knowing that by moving/seeingProves for all time: Doing's being!WE HAVE OUR ARTS So WE WON'T DIE OF TRUTHKnow only Real? Fall dead.So Nietzsche said.We have our Arts so we won't die of Truth.The World is too much with us.The Flood stays on beyond the Forty Days.The ...»