Twilight Under Pine Ridge
Earth between two lights,
one just now draining away
from tiny trees on the western shoulder
and one to come,
as the stars begin to open in the field of night.
On every slope great trees are flowering
in beautiful relation and yet
all solitary. In the green darkness
clear voices leave off
and fold inward toward sleep.
Lord God slides forward on his belly.
~ Robert Mezey
As the old year drains away, and the new one -- 4710 of the Chinese lunar calendar -- stands poised to begin her dance (bearing the scent of a blossoming lotus?) -- here are a couple of venues (resonant with the previous post) for exploring, in coming days and weeks, the mysterious realm of "quantum healing."
Happy New Year!