Saturday, January 10, 2015

Fog Descends and Recedes Like Hope and Reconciliation

"Also, as I lay there thinking of my vision, I could see it all again and feel the meaning with a part of me like a strange power glowing in my body; but when the part of me that talks would try to make words for the meaning, it would be like fog and get away from me."

- Black Elk













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