27 June 2009

With both eyes open
and the hands always empty
Moving about beneath the treasure of the sky
And over the treasure of the earth
Weightless and amazed
And drunk inside the rain.

Greg Hall

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Bea Garth said...

Thanks for quoting part of Greg's poem (from Eos: The Creative Context). He definitely understood the moment.

29/12/09 03:47

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