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| "Foothills Farmhouse", oil. by Don Gray |
When I look in the mirror, I don’t
see sunshine and wind, and yet, in a sense, that’s what’s there. The atoms that
swirl in sunshine and wind are the same ones that shape my bones and blood. The
atoms in my bloodstream were made as many billions of years ago as those in the
sun I see rising outside my house this morning, and the timeless winds are no
older than the calcium I carry inside me. I am an inseparable piece of the single,
immeasurable universe, as are sunshine and wind. We mix and mingle as surely as
the breezes across our yards, as surely as the seamless rays of sunshine. The
separate person I seem to see in the mirror is no more separate than one swirl
of the wind is from another, or one shaft of sunlight is from another. We shine
and swirl together, sunshine and wind and I.
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