words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cup • they slither while they pass • they slip away across the universe • pools of sorrow, waves of joy are drifting through my open mind • possessing and caressing me
Saturday, March 29, 2008
I found a lovely quote in a novel this morning:
"[...] he pitched the prince headlong into the mysteries of men and gods, thrusting his mind into darkness in order that he find his own way back to light."
More spiritual posts to come; I am thinking and feeling a lot these days.