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"Beachcombing on the shores of the spirit..." (CS)

"On the seashore of endless worlds children meet... Children have their play on the seashore of worlds."

 April 2014.

"Into the air, over the valleys, under the stars, above a river, a pond, a road, flew Cecy. Invisible as new spring winds, fresh as the breath of clover rising from twilight fields, she flew. She soared in doves as soft as white ermine, stopped in trees and lived in blossoms, showering away in petals when the breeze blew. She perched in a lime-green frog, cool as mint by a shining pool. She trotted in a brambly dog and barked to hear echoes from the sides of distant barns. She lived in new April grasses, in sweet clear liquids rising from the musky earth.

It's spring, thought Cecy. I'll be in every living thing in the world tonight.

Now she inhabited neat crickets on the tar-pool roads, now prickled in dew on an iron gate. Hers was an adaptably quick mind flowing unseen upon Illinois winds on this one evening of her life when she was just seventeen.

"I want to be in love," she said. ..."

March 2014.

"Flight is our life. We build our crumbling nest

Beneath the dark eaves of the infinite,

We sing our song in beauty's fading tree,

And flash forth, migrant, into mystery."

January 2014.

To put us into context... Looking back approximately 13 billion years, at approximately 10,000 galaxies...