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Sunday, March 2, 2014

"Lucid Mansion"



Grace creates a spaciousness,
a spacious nest like a meadow

between cedar groves, or a placid
piazza—a place, that is, 

for consciousness to consider
its conscious nest, 

its fortunate fest of being. In
the howling storm of time,

grace manages to accrue
some space, in dark 

vacuity manages to
maintain a lucid mansion.


hans ostrom 1984/2014