1995 … Surrounded by the Great Within
Later that summer I headed over to the Olympic Peninsula (on the Washington coast) with some Friends to soak up the scintillating mystery that is Ruby Beach …
“A longer stroll winding down the Way of Ways; to the shore we flow into waves’ translucence thunderous. We come to receive Her gifts of the infinite — Oneness & Wonder … a pensive meander amongst pebbles smooth and driftwood mossy; … groves of yesteryear – boulders a bit older. Sitting in peace & prayer; thanks given for Journeys & their arrivals, … safe on this, my harmony landing. Horizon’s deep-blue meaning lends a hint of Treks next. And, alongside the next wave rolling in, my smile breaks gently upon a sun-soaked Soul.” ~ anonymous (a poem entitled Mystic Pilgrim)
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