Into the water
Of your nearest stream
For the spirit of it
Will capture you
And you will never need
To thirst again.”
John Williams, Look Deep
Say for example, I’m watching a show about a pristine untamed area. The wild animals are minding their own business in their wild homes. The creatures, big or small, beautiful and flawless in every curve and line. The trees tall and thick. Strong and ancient. The waters clean and drinkable.
“When Nations grow Old, The Arts grow Cold--
And Commerce settles on every Tree.”
“I heard his voice ascending the hill
and at last his low whine as he came
floor by empty floor to the room
where I sat
in my narrow bed looking west, waiting
I heard him snuffle at the door and
He trotted across the floor.
He laid his long gray muzzle
On the spare white spread
And his eyes burned yellow
His small dotted eye brows quivered
Yes, I said
I know what they have done.”
Mary TallMountain, The Last Wolf
A stone, slung out of David’s sling.
Joseph Campbell, The Power of Myth
Maybe that’s one reason I take photos.
But we see only, as it were, the arm of their garments
When with our vegetable eyes we view these wondrous Visions.”