Tuesday, June 23, 2020

may the stars that gave ancient bearings be seen, still be understood


Me imperturbe, standing at ease in nature
master of all or mistress of all,
aplomb in the midst of irrational things, imbued as they,  passive, receptive, silent as they,
finding my occupation, poverty, notoriety, foibles, crimes, less important than I thought,
to confront night, storms, ridicule, accidents, rebuffs as the trees and animals do.
Walt Whitman

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I hope that we can have a conversation about creation. Thank you for taking interest. x