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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