AT SALAMANDER POINT
When the purple light deadens again
and the rainbow horizon is all that
you see, take a moment to reflect this
thought : 'I am living this moment for
free.' The slight wind will ripple the
trees; across the tops of the hills it
rolls. Watch for what happens before
the sky turns to dark - all creation,
knowing it is night, prays once more
on its way towards deliverance. Hark!
The sound I hear is distant, but it
is rolling in towards me. I am
the monarch of all I survey;
the master of all that I see.
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