Tuesday, June 15, 2010
Day Two Hundred Ninety seven
Homage to the unbinding eye in all things, that sees in the very middle of blinding sorrow, in the shattered balance that is pain, in the dark fog of doubt. Homage to the hand that reaches to touch what is seen, to hold an unknown tomorrow, cup the flooding rain, and pull the dry thorn out.
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