As one sits here hearing the wind blow, my Root moves to the melody of Nature’s Strings. One cannot help but be captured by the Constant which creates quasars, trees, & voices losing themselves within the breeze.
What is this? One doesn’t know, the intellect seeks to know, yet who is this seeking?
All these words fail to say what this MEANS & fall away at the place where Silence reigns.
One believes that the experience and search for the numinous arises prior to the erection of temple or church; for wouldn’t there 1st be deep meaning needs burning that must be quenched? Since a child, one has drank moonlight & felt rapture before the storm. As these words pour through me, the breeze again moves across my skin & one is transported elsewhere, which is truly Here.
The symphony of trees dancing is akin to the openness one senses as sentiment speaks through a mortal hand. One celebrates this marriage of Thought & Feeling, body and mind, Heaven & Earth which is where we must feast! Come drink with me this wine of Being & become drunk & delirious! For a moment, throw away the future, past, & amble with me down these streets winding into a valley. There songs bounce off cliffs & into the Ear that hears the speech of dreams drumming their insistence to be listened to.
With you upon the Way,
An Unknown Kraftsman