…the mind moved, not alone,
Through the clear air, in the silence.
Was it light?
Was it light within?
Was it light within light?
Stillness becoming alive,
Yet still?
A lively understandable spirit
Once entertained you.
It will come again.
Be still.
Wait.
Poem by Theodore Roethke
Photo by clinock
This photograph is so beautiful and holds the promise of warmth and light. Thank you.
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Yes, this we need Kathleen, you, me, us all…thank YOU…thank you…
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Wonderful picture John…what a great idea. I think the shavings are bamboo?
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Bamboo, yes, in a Vancouver Island garden, spring light emerging through a tunnel of light as in birth and death…light called for and received…thank you Jana…
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Excellent photo, John, “Stillness becoming alive”! š
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Light needed after the dark of the Edge…thank you my friend…
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From the abyss to light……things are changing……but “wait”
Yes John!
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Waiting Robert, waiting for the change..in light…thanks for your understanding…
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Enjoy this very much with all the light in image and thought.
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Thank you Steven…
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Reblogged this on Lavender Turquois.
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thank you very much for the re-blog, I left a comment on your site…
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