It's as if I've been cast under a spell..,
a midsummer night's dream....
there is now an intermingling,
and the other,
When I read that
"The Canticle cannot be explained
It can only be experienced"
I begin to understand.
Small glimpses of perfection,
messages of perfect love,
Incredible that this would happen
to someone like me,
hardly a deserving sort.
catch us the foxes
for our vineyard is now in flower,
while we fashion a cone of roses
intricate as the pines;
and let no one appear on the hill
Translation and commentary on Verse16 of The Canticle
they want to be held onto and not be intruded upon by such things as doubt.
I return to the waters edge again and again.
Such clarity is at hand.
to come into ones creative power.
The frog is born into water and through out its life remains close to its source,
always in the element that it was created in.