In the tidespill boats rock, masts tuned to the gale,
playing it like blind Ossian’s harp. This is the art I would like to perfect:
to be a vessel for light and cloudplay, being only oneself without knowledge of
oneself, in flux, at the nexus of ocean and sky and riding that dance in
stillness, yielding, fluid, tethered only to each moment and every passing wave
beneath the keel. To know nothing of fear, or striving.
~ Roselle Angwin, in Bardo (Shearsman 2011)
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