There may be a pond of the inner imagination, with glimmers of gold, and with fish wishing to dance once more
When the canvas fraysIn the curragh of thoughtAnd a stain of ocean Blackens beneath you,May there come across the watersA path of yellow moonlightTo bring you safely home.~ John O’Donohue
Edge of the Wild, Green and Away
Reflections of stillness in a garden in Suzhou
So thick the tangled greenwood grew,So feeble trill’d the streamlet through:Now, murmuring hoarse, and frequent seen,An angry brook, it sweeps the glade,Brawls over rock and wild cascade,And, foaming brown with double speed,Hurries its waters to the Tweed~ Marmion, Walter Scott
It is only when one listens to difficult margins that transformation will occur.
To have the courage for that leap and persevere even in the face of the darkness looming