January 9 2014 ice on Parkway 037

Someone must be the maker and master of all this.

It couldn’t just happen.

All order must be created.

It is only that which is out of measure

which is accidental.

yet even disorder is subject to the Master,

who has yet to impose order upon it.

If only it were possible to grow wings

and soar into the air-

poised between heaven and Earth,

you would see the solid ground,

the flowing rivers,the wandering air,

the penetrating fire, the circling starts,

and the encompassing heavens.


What joy to see all this,

borne along by the one impulse-

to perceive the unmoved mover

moving in all that moves.

He who is hidden,

manifest through all his works.


Hermes Trismegistus


Photo by Woodland Gnome 2014