Streams of gold lay before you,
The woods ablaze in yellow sunlight.
The woods ablaze in yellow sunlight.
Patterns, patterns moving patterns,
Wavelets, wavelets traveling wavelets,
Vibrating harmonies for receptive souls,
Music for the eyes attuned to see,
Ceaseless change, constant patterns,
A symphony in the Garden of Eden.
The Sunshine Speaks to Those That Listen.
The close of day can be as the dawn of creation with golden sunlight unleashing eternal beauty. The common place takes on a momentary magic, transformed for a cosmic instant into epic glory, fit only for the eyes of gods, not mere mortals. Thus are the origins of mythical places.
The Solitude of Quiet Spaces
Rests a Mind That Quickly Races
From Beginnings to Endless Places.
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