There is a point where in the mystery of
existence contradictions meet;
where movement is not all movement
and stillness is not all stillness;
where the idea and the form,
the within and the without, are united;
where infinite becomes finite,
yet not losing its infinity.
TODAY IN BETWEEN JOYOUS MOMENTS WITH FRIENDS
I WILL ALSO BE THINKING OF
THE ANCIENT MARINER
WHOM GOD TOOK TO HIMSELF.
STILL MISSING HIM AWFULLY.