the light which shinethPosted: November 2, 2009
Today I sat on a log in the middle of a stream in Logan Canyon.
And I breathed in the decaying earth.
And I can see a little more clearly now.
“The secret of seeing is to sail on solar wind.
Hone and spread your spirit,
till you yourself are a sail,
whetted, translucent, broadside to the merest puff.”