TorreBlanca, where I lived in Spain, way up in the hills, I
could look to the West and could see a breathtaking panoramic
view; most spectacular of all, was at sunset. When the sun was
going down, and very soon would be gone, behind the Sierra,
or chain, of the mountains, I could see one chain after another
with ever-changing diaphanous colours, and sun, radiating life,
just staring at me, as a great Fire-Being, really a great Living-Being
with a powerful impulse, radiating life.
in the closer distance, I could see a few farm houses, then
a few trees here and there, and the fields, and I stood on this
side of a deep hollow - full of wonder at the timelessness,
and felt that life was pouring into and enveloping me.
heard strings ringing and I breathed and felt weightlessness
and very fine needles sweetly piercing me, like a tiny microscopic
hail, golden and alive, hitting me with a very fast roll, and
my soul was swelling, as a dry and faded flower finally getting
some water, raising its head with a surprise and starting to
rise into life.