Tar Baby

‰ЫПAt some point in life the world‰ЫЄs beauty becomes enough. You don‰ЫЄt need to photograph, paint or even remember it. It is enough. No record of it needs to be kept and you don‰ЫЄt need someone to share it with or tell it to. When that happens ‰ЫУ that letting go ‰ЫУ you let go because you can. The world will always be there ‰ЫУ while you sleep it will be there ‰ЫТ when you wake it will be there as well. So you can sleep and there is reason to wake. A dead hydrangea is as intricate and lovely as one in bloom. Bleak sky is as seductive as sunshine, miniature orange trees without blossom or fruit are not defective; they are that. So the windows of the greenhouse can be opened and the weather let in. The latch on the door can be left unhooked, the muslin removed, for the soldier ants are beautiful too and whatever they do will be part of it.‰Ыќ