The Leaves, the Convertible with Top Down, the Air, the Lake in Delafield with Classical Music on Public Radio dressing the Mood...
Life achieves its own true essence when
one lets go of doing and is immersed in
Being until
there is nothing to
do but to
be.Time
to inner
self is like
gravity to outer
space, there is no progressive
pull at the core of the
soul, no ticking clock, only beating
heart. There is nothing to
do here and
everything to
be. Being
itself is full of me and I
am full, am
free to let the lapping, sighing sun-bejweeled waves, the
breeze, the Fall-frosted trees be all of life and
everyone. Have
I stayed here a minute or
an age, consumed a
volume or dallied on one
page? The
product-
ivity of the
soul is
not measured by e-
quation but by e-
lation.
-jwh- Delafield, WI sometime in Autumn 1992 Continue the Tour. Next Stop:
Poi Dog Pondering at Marquette