The Flesh Of Language

rainy day

The rain surrounded the cabin… with a whole world of meaning, of secrecy, of rumor. Think of it: all that speech pouring down, selling nothing, judging nobody, drenching the thick mulch of dead leaves, soaking the trees, filling the gullies and crannies of the wood with water, washing out the places where men have stripped the hillside…. Nobody started it, nobody is going to stop it. It will talk as long as it wants, the rain. As long as it talks I am going to listen.

– Thomas Merton

Taken from The Spell Of The Sensuous by David Abram, Chapter 3: The Flesh of Language, pg 73, intro by Thomas Merton

Image by: Jerzy Durczak  https://www.flickr.com/photos/jurek_durczak/

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