C.W.L.S.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep sea, and music in its roar:
I love not man the less, but Nature more,
From these our interviews, in which I steal
From all I may be, or have been before,
To mingle with the Universe, and feel
What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal.

Lord Byron

(ph. cosmic wonder )

In a field
I found a memory in myself
a light freed from deep within
I am the sky you are the sky
I am the bird you are the bird
I am the sun you are the sun
I am the universe you are the universe
I am the light you are the light
Expanding
Reflecting
Eternal light