Losing its identity:
Siuslaw River, Oregon, flowing into the Pacific Ocean
Sun on chair arm
Rosy Glow Barberry
There is a story to tell
but I am the only one here to tell it
and the only one to listen.
There is a picture to paint
but I am the only one here
with canvas and oil,
the only one who will see it.
There is a symphony to play
yet there is only one here
to draw the bow.
This one, the Alone One,
is the only one here to listen.
This is as it should be, however,
for it allows the picture to be painted,
the symphony sounded
and the story told as it truly is.
Then, if there seems an angry word
in the telling,
my Listening will never hear it.
If there seems a distorted scene,
The Seeing I am will understand it,
because one alone is here to listen
to the symphony on this page.
This one, the Only One,
Understands His melody!
Prologue to the "The Melody of the
Woodcutter & the King" by William Samuel
from the Nov. 2006 TAT Forum
One of the buildings carved into the rock at Petra, Jordan
Capital city of the Nabataeans
My parents' wedding - 1938
Afternoon sun on kitchen table
Yosemite photos by Paul Constant:
Glacier Point, Hetch Hetchy Reservoir, Yosemite Falls
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