The hint half guessed, the gift half understood, is [Poetry]. I have seen them riding seaward on the waves Combing the white hair of the waves blown back When the wind blows the water white and black. Here are the years that walk between, bearing Away the fiddles and the flutes, restoring One who moves in the time between sleep and waking, wearing White light folded, sheathing about her, folded. But when I look ahead up the white road There is always another one walking beside you ... surrounded By a grace of sense, a white light still and moving, Erhebung without motion, concentration Without elimination CR --------------------------------- Never miss a thing. Make Yahoo your homepage.