I lack the words to describe the day. I lack the words to paint the emotions What I have can only describe the outlines but it doesn’t fill in the gaps. It’s a cool April evening with the trees whispering the breeze. The air is sharp and tangy bringing in the sounds of the evening birds clear and loud. It’s cloudy at first but the clouds are blown away and Venus shows her bright face low in the sky. You wonder about the people shut in this mellow evening , do they look up at the heavens and see the same things that you do do they sense any real feeling of relationship to you?

We are the same you and I. We come from the same solar wind that has been blowing for eons and will blow for aeons more. But as we form from individual atoms we lose the connection to our fundamental nature and spend the rest of our lives looking for it. Perhaps some of us find it in a child’s laugh, a baby’s cry. A lover’s kiss, the gurgle of a stream or the pattering of rain that unknown force that pulls at our being. These are things that are inadequately described by something clumsy as words. But I try,…I try