“Your vision will become clear only when you look into your heart. Who looks outside dreams. Who looks inside, awakens.” Carl Jung
Waiting I no longer seek myself as I did in those familiar places of tired satisfaction and now wholly abandoned to an indifference to the paths and patterns that brought me to this once hallowed mask of imagined meaning made in endless passionate clinging to the squawking of gulls, until I floated off into a spaciousness that knows no bounds, an inner sanctum of patient waiting. ©Paul Vincent Cannon
