A journey may feel as if it sweeps towards the skyline, but the sound it makes is always within yourself. The seat of transformation is within.
~ from ON PILGRIMAGE by J. Lash
Inner light is not hidden/
Myriad openings lead to it.
In passing from darkness to light,
One moves freely between eternity
and now.
If this be but true,
I have no fear.
Yet myriad seem the hazards
of the journey.
Myriad openings lead to it.
In passing from darkness to light,
One moves freely between eternity
and now.
If this be but true,
I have no fear.
Yet myriad seem the hazards
of the journey.