“Man gazes,” says Turgot, “upon the profound ocean
of being, but what at first he discerns is not the bed
hidden beneath its waters, but only the reflection of his
own face”

“Man gazes,” says Turgot, “upon the profound ocean
of being, but what at first he discerns is not the bed
hidden beneath its waters, but only the reflection of his
own face”
(breathe)
take hold of the electric air
too cold to burn
too blue to feel
the stream flowing into our lives
(ascending)
What waxed wings did Icarus fashion
to soar into the sunlight
Was his hope to find beauty
greater than his own love
(meaning)
The Sun’s rays turn to moonlight
melting before our eyes
casts these shadows of our own naming
our own designs on living
(descent)
Falling to earth
did Adam find his path
Where the gates from Eden opened
into the gates of hell
(breath)
Was there no other than the human
Lost forever waiting to be found
Orrs Island, ME (photo by gfs)