“No creature is fully itself till it is, like the dandelion, opened in the bloom of pure relationship to the sun, the entire living cosmos.” D.H. Lawrence
Philosopher's Lament Perhaps, but the path is not conquered by having a why, certainty is so easily undone and knowing is not in the mind, to touch another in soul moments is to unfetter the universe and recast the lights of heaven as dandelion seeds on the breath of desire, a love thermal to carry the world to heights yet unknown beyond the very smallness of reason, perhaps, yes, life is far more organic. ©Paul Vincent Cannon
