"May we give all sentient beings safe passage through our minds." - Scott Adams (redo)
Saturday, October 29, 2005
Easter Morning in Wales
A garden inside me, unknown, secret, neglected for years, the layers of its soil deep and thick. Trees in the corners with branching arms and the tangled briars like broken nets.
Sunrise through the misted orchard, morning sun turns silver on the pointed twigs. I have woken from the sleep of ages and I am not sure if I am really seeing, or dreaming, or simply astonished walking toward sunrise to have stumbled into the garden where the stone was rolled from the tomb of longing. David Whyte