Soon the child’s clear eye is clouded over by ideas and opinions, preconceptions and abstractions. Simple free being becomes encrusted with the burdensome armor of the ego. Not until years later does an instinct come that a vital sense of mystery has been withdrawn. The sun glints through the pines, and the heart is pierced in a moment of beauty and strange pain, like a memory of paradise. After that day . . . we become seekers.
--Peter Matthiessen
2.14.2006
Swinging to the Rythmn
Full moonlight drapes shadows on the sand. Thousands of schooling fish rise and fall with the waves. Drums beating rythmns we're singing, soaring in happy spaces, as clear as diamonds.
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