"A Bright Affair"

( A quote and a poem, celebrating the book, Carrying Sand to the river on the Seed-symbol of the Self in a forever changing world)

We are transient flowers

in a silent symphony

of interconnected brilliance

Which is according to Emily Dickenson,

“ A bright affair”

We are swirling through the galaxy

Amid hundreds of galaxies

On a cold rocky planet

Orbited by numberless possible worlds

Each sparkling with

Hundreds of billion stars

A bright gift of chance

A miracle of nothingness

An infinite hovering

A shuddering

A shimmering

A glimmering

Forever suspended

In the absence of

What we are seeking