I walk among gentle giants
noble still beings
high wind in their hair,
in perfect communion
with earth and sky
Bodhisattvas with a hundred arms
slowly waving
now in sections,
now all at once
whispering eternal mysteries
eavesdropped through the keyholes
of civilized minds below
whispering eternal mysteries
eavesdropped through the keyholes
of civilized minds below
The Philosophy of Psychology 