'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)
Thursday, 19 February 2015
You are the future, the red sky before sunrise over the fields of time..... -Rainer Maria Rilke-
