Beacon Fire

Tuesday, September 28, 2010

"The house, where is the house?"

"It seems gone into the brilliant light."

The trees, like insubstantial essences of green life,
provide only a temporary border-line between us and the light.

It radiates through everything, calling incessantly.

Come home to the light, through all things material, through all things
temporal, back into the underlying, radiating eternity of life.

Writing by Regina Stemberger

Photo "Morning. Coffee. Yellowstone. Fog." by Stuck in Customs

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