Monday, May 13, 2013

4388. FINDING THE CENTER

FINDING THE CENTER
While that may be the hardest part, it is really
not difficult at all. Someone has painted markings
everywhere for us to see : the glimmer of the sunlight,
the babbling of the brook, that fallen limb over the
rocks and the glade. I too am present, in the same 
manner, and glad. There is a hermit's cabin in the
forest I visit. Salted wood and a grammar of stone.
Silence cloaks the foliage like some deep degree
of a medieval learning  -  all those fat monks
spinning and siding with logic and zeal.

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