“I said to my soul, be still and wait without hope,
for hope would be hope for the wrong thing;
wait without love, for love would be love of the wrong thing;
there is yet faith, but the faith and the love are all in the waiting.
Wait without thought, for you are not ready for thought:
So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing.”
In my attempt to interpret T.S.Elliot, I was unsuccessful in my struggle to break through the vague sense I had that this was a Soul who perhaps never did find that deep and enduring peace that we all hope for.
Whilst it is true that he finally did experience what might be seen as peace and contentment in his second marriage to the woman he considered to be the Love of his life, I am speaking of an even deeper level than that…..Because it is the case that the quest to find that peace is a solitary pursuit, and can only be accomplished by one’s own self.
Anyone who has read Paulo Coelho’s ‘The Pilgrimage’ will know what I am speaking of.