Indian Art Broadened My Seeing, Loosened The

The Outstanding Event Was The Doing Which I Am Still At. Don't Pickle Me Awayas Done.

I Thought My Mountain Was Coming This Morning. It Was Near To Speaking When Suddenly It Shifted, Sulked, And Returned To Smallness. It Has Eluded Me Again And Sits There, Puny And Dull. Why?

Enter Into The Life Of The Trees. Know Your Relationship And Understand Their Language, Unspoken, Unwritten Talk. Answer Back To Them With Their Own Dumb Magnificence, Soul Words, Earth Words, The God In You Responding To The God In Them.

There Is A Need To Go Deeper, To Let Myself Go Completely, To Enter Into The Surroundings In The Real Fellowship Of Oneness, To Lift Above The Outer Shell, Out Into The Depth And Wideness Where God Is The Recognized Centre And Everything Is In Time With Everything, And The Key-note Is God.

The Spirit Must Be Felt So Intensely That It Has Power To Call Others In Passing, For It Must Pass, Not Stop In The Pictures.