I am no longer shy of seeing the world. Chogyam Trungpa
A film lifting as if skimmed from the top of a milk jug the fresh cream removed to reveal the bright pool underneath or in the spring with rake in hand as the wintered-over leaf pile is pulled from the flowerbed that freshness that lightening of debris that lifting of senses to the sun and the light and the sound of birds that can only be heard so clearly now through opened windows it is okay to be here now and to have that all that have been~