“That day I saw beneath dark clouds the passing of light over the water & I heard the voice of the world speak out.

I knew then as I had before life is no passing memory of what has been, nor the remaining pages in a great book waiting to be read.

It is the opening of eyes long closed.

It is the vision of far off things seen for the silence they hold. It is the heart after years of secret conversing speaking out loud in the clear air.

It is Moses in the desert fallen to his knees before the lit bush. It is the man throwing away his shoes as if to enter heaven & finding himself astonished, opened at last, fallen in love with solid ground.”

/ David Whyte