It took me a long time to learn that you need silence to learn how to listen, and emptiness to learn how to see.

Now I find I crave the remote places where there is little trace and no sound of human activity.

I sit and watch, and after a few minutes the emptiness begins to teem, no two moments are the same. When I listen, I hear everything in nature calling to the passing winds. In my hand I hold the endless seasons that have formed and shaped a small piece of rock.

Against even this most fleeting sense of eternity, all human endeavour seems as nothing and I sometimes find myself weeping for the sheer refief and joy of it.

I have come to believe that in quiet moments we may sometimes be given the enormous gift of a little understanding.



Bill