Reaching down arm-deep into bright water
I gathered on white sand under waves
Shells, drifted up on beaches where I alone
Inhabit a finite world of years and days.
I reached my arm down a myriad years
To gather treasure from the yester-milliennial sea-floor,
Held in my fingers forms shaped on the day of creation.
- Kathleen Raine

Thursday, April 22, 2010

The Begining

Here I am again procrastinating from all the tasks that lay in front of me. Yet, know i have decided to take a new "productive" approach to my all that trail my attention in other directions. It is not that I think I am wasting my time searching for and finding all things divine, thought - provoking, and tantalizing. In my perspective it is research for my life.

So let's begin!
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