'We are reaching into the silence.
Are we the music, whilst the music plays?
Between the un-being and the being,
sounds a hollow rumbling of wings...
Am I here, or there, or elsewhere?'
(With My apologies to T.S. Eliot)
Wednesday, 1 June 2011
Sorry to be away so long....
'Ordinary riches can be stolen, real riches cannot.
In your soul are infinitely precious things that cannot be taken from you.'
I've been feeling a bit rough the past couple of months.