Reality

We are anxious, my friends, when we should be astonished. How do we anchor ourselves in the flow of wonders that at every moment pass and surpass us? Start now with serene resolutions: Stretch your body to its full height in the blaze of noon, plunge it into the cool abandon of evening air. Make your love of moonlight as transparent as your love of daylight, and make it a reflection. We live through a chaos of forces... Summer smears its hot constitution over every landscape. Nothing can resist its searing impact: trees, dreams, polished gems, lakes of all sizes, the ravine in the South, pathless forests, fountains of sweet water, even a comet burning into the atmosphere. And the deepest impact overtakes day and night, making the bright light and the dark light release revelations that will blend into a wonder for our souls. And then Winter arrives with its prior claims over our serenity. Winter freezes everything into an impossible stillness, and nothing grows or moves or feels. So we must descend into The Interior where thoughts contend over issues of Good and Evil, Love and Apathy, High and Low, and create a friction that opposes its mental fire to cold paralysis, and keeps a channel of freshness ever flowing before our astonished gaze.