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(photographs: Tom Davis)

Friday, October 27, 2017


wild flower





wild flower


To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour.


From William Blake, Auguries of Innocence






Thursday, October 26, 2017


heart of light





at the heart of things


Is it not by his high superfluousness we know
Our God?

To fling
Rainbows over the rain
And beauty above the moon, and secret rainbows
On the domes of deep sea-shells,
And make the necessary embrace of breeding
Beautiful also as fire,
Not even the weeds to multiply without blossom
Nor the birds without music:
There is the great humaneness at the heart of things,
The extravagant kindness, the fountain.


From Robinson Jeffers, The excesses of God






Tuesday, October 24, 2017



happy birthday Janey (obviously)!




growing, flying, happening


The point is the seeing, the grace
beyond recognition, the ways
of the bird rising, unnamed, unknown,
beyond the range of language, beyond its noun.

Eyes open on growing, flying, happening,
and go on opening. Manifold, the world
dawns on unrecognizing, realizing eyes.
Amazement is the thing.

Not love, but the astonishment of loving.


From Alastair Reid, Growing, flying, happening







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