Sunday, March 10, 2019

Sunday ~ March 10, 2019

Back down these stairs to the same scene, to the moon, the stars, the night wind. Hours pass
and only the harp off in the distance and the wind moving through it. And soon the sun's gray disk,
darkened by clouds, sailing above. And beyond, as always, the sea of endless transparence, of utmost calm, a place of constant beginning that has within it what no eye has seen, what no ear has heard, what no hand has touched, what has nor risen in the human heart. To that place, to the keeper of that place, I commit myself.

(Mark Strand, 1934 - 2014)


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