The sunset alone on my bluff when I was nine; Emerson "We too must write our Bibles"; Herman Melville "Look not to the false fires, but the True"; Pythagoras, expressing the entire harmonious Being of the Cosmos in ten dots; Carl Jung; the image and comprehension in the thinnest scratching of Sanskrit thought; the silent, oldest, simplest, bronze devotional wine vessels out of China; one shaman's red paint on a big boulder outside of Perris, California.
My mountain; that moment at the creek when a crescent of light pierced out to me in the curl of a simple waterfall, and stays stuck in me ever.
I have found none. Ever. Sorry.
ReplyDeleteThe sunset alone on my bluff when I was nine; Emerson "We too must write our Bibles"; Herman Melville "Look not to the false fires, but the True"; Pythagoras, expressing the entire harmonious Being of the Cosmos in ten dots; Carl Jung; the image and comprehension in the thinnest scratching of Sanskrit thought; the silent, oldest, simplest, bronze devotional wine vessels out of China; one shaman's red paint on a big boulder outside of Perris, California.
ReplyDeleteMy mountain; that moment at the creek when a crescent of light pierced out to me in the curl of a simple waterfall, and stays stuck in me ever.
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