in the tangled weave of the skin of this place . . . .
all earth’s memories
are there,
all the thoughts
of heaven, sacred
(italicized words excerpted from "19th march 1823") vasíly zhukóvsky
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
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and with greater distance to this tangled weave, we (society) lose our way to ourselves and the great truth.
xo
erin
if only we give ourselves time to hear, time to see, time to think, we can see it all for ourselves too.
what a marvelous thought!
Thank you for giving me pause, steven.
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