So, at first, the patient watcher of earth sees only inanimate beauty, voiceless, without initiative. Then suddenly there is a clapping of wings, a flash of immortal radiance, a strange, haunting cry – and he has had a vision of the Soul of the World.
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Tuesday, 5 February 2008
The Wind
Who has seen the wind? Neither you nor I; But when the leaves hang trembling, the wind is passing through.
Who has seen the wind? Neither you nor I; But when the trees bow down there heads, the wind, is passing by.
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