The Great Journey
The loon alights on the lake's face, folds her wings and floats and waits for the water's stirring beneath her breast to ripple slowly into quiet. At last the glass is motionless. What is it you hear?
The loon looking down sees the wings in the water lifted in renewal - the great journey continuing....
Already you are what you will be....
Listen. Listen to what you see.
Light is falling
out of the air.
Life is a vision
in the ear.