After all the leaves have fallen, distilled sunlight remains in the heart of the wood.
We take tool and free the unexpressed pressures of a life lived reaching for the sky, finding relief in the shape of gravity and putting a face to Divine nature.
There is no accidental sympathy in the combining of elements, unfolding from an inward knowing to outward expression, the seemingly disparate fuse to give shape to our meditations. We are revealed through our revelry.