Walk with ears alert and a glad heart.
Where you hear silence, you will find God.
Goldberg VariationsGlenn Gould, 1932-1982
| A Love Song Theodosia Garrison, 1874-1944 My love it should be silent, being deep- And being very peaceful should be still- Still as the utmost depths of ocean keep- Serenely silent as some mighty hill. Yet is my love so great it needs must fill With very joy the inmost heart of me, The joy of dancing branches on the hill The joy of leaping waves upon the sea. |
Point Reyes
A thunderous Pacific Ocean wave breaks upon the rocky headland; it recedes. A rolling swell flows and recedes. A fearful breaker rises, crests and plunges into the surging brine, spitting and spewing at the stone cape; it recedes. The wind-swept Pacific flows and recedes, flows and recedes; it flows and recedes forever. The moon-tugged Pacific rises and falls, rises and falls; it rises and falls forever.
I stand observing, watching the surf and feeling the air passing in and out of my nose, the expansion and contraction of my lungs, the rise and fall of my diaphragm. I am vivified by this pitching sea, this respiring chest, my heart beating out its primal homosapien rhythm, and these blinking eyes that mirror light like an antique lens in a lighthouse. Keeper, the light must never be left unattended.
I stand observing, watching the surf and feeling the air passing in and out of my nose, the expansion and contraction of my lungs, the rise and fall of my diaphragm. I am vivified by this pitching sea, this respiring chest, my heart beating out its primal homosapien rhythm, and these blinking eyes that mirror light like an antique lens in a lighthouse. Keeper, the light must never be left unattended.