Green

The dawn was apple-green,     

The sky was green wine held up in the sun,       

The moon was a golden petal between.

She opened her eyes, and green           

They shone, clear like flowers undone

For the first time, now for the first time seen.

D. H. Lawrence

(Picture: A green thought in a green shade, Helen Frankenthaler)

Conceit

It is conceit that kills us
and makes us cowards instead of gods.

Under the great Command: Know thy self, and that thou art mortal!
we have become fatally self-conscious, fatally self-important, fatally entangled in the Laocoön coils of our conceit.

Now we have to admit we can’t know ourselves, we can only know about ourselves.
And I am not interested to know about myself any more,
I only entangle myself in the knowing.