En cours de chargement...
'Before the red sunriseCould catch my stepsUpon the dew, Across the quiet hillsThey came, where sunIs last to leaveAnd fog is first to move, And a solemn, Inward marchingAwaits the moon....'A world perceived in change, a moment hidden in darkness, silent companions to our inward movements.... Who are the uninitiated? Where do they come from? The poems that make up this volume hold a sign of our connection to phenomena, entering into a space where chaos becomes recognition, where attention finds purpose, and ancient ritual an understanding of the present.
The more elegantly described, the more truthful feeling becomes; the more truthfully conveyed, the more closely we approach this world and come face to face with ourselves.