Dag Hammarskjöld

Dag Hammarskjöld, Markings
In the point of rest at the center or our being. we encounter a world where all things are at rest in the same way, Then a tree becomes a mystery, a cloud a revelation, each man a cosmos of whose riches we can only catch glimpses. The life of simplicity is simple, but it opens to us a book in which we never get beyond the first syllable.

Sunday, June 19, 2011

Father's Day

You pre-paid my dues, Dad. 

And after a half century, I am still chasing after you, trying to put down a little more on what I owe you.

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