Letter 4385
This morning I climb the tower. Rough stone steps circle up. One would hardly know what awaits.
A luxurious room at the top, with heaps of treasure, and a view of the valley.
Hawks circle in updrafts while I sit and watch the people below.
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Returning, descending the same steps, the world becomes again ordinary and the views hidden by tree line.
Such treasures hidden by such plain stonework.
Consider:
Can I see beyond the ordinary?
Reading:
❖ “To see a World in a Grain of Sand / And a Heaven in a Wild Flower / Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand / And Eternity in an hour.” — William Blake, Auguries of Innocence
❖ “For lack of attention a thousand forms of loveliness elude us every day.” — Evelyn Underhill, Practical Mysticism
❖ “Again, the kingdom of heaven is like unto treasure hid in a field; the which when a man hath found, he hideth, and for joy thereof goeth and selleth all that he hath, and buyeth that field.” — Matthew 13:44 (KJV)
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~B.R.
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