The sun's eyes are painting fields again.
Its lashes with expert strokes
Are sweeping across the land
A great palette of light has embraced
This earth . . .
God's eyes are painting fields again . . .
Hafiz
14th century
I am because You look at me . . .
Life eternal is nothing other than that blessed regard
with which You never cease
most lovingly to behold me . . .
With You, to behold is to give life . . .
Feed me with Your gaze, O Lord . . .
For with You to see is to cause.
Nicholas of Cusa
15th century
To sit and look at light-filled leaves
May let us see, or seem to see . . .
Time when the Maker's radiant sight
Made radiant every thing He saw,
And every thing He saw was filled
With perfect joy and life and light.
Wendell Berry
Photo: Feathery Mountain-mahogany seeds glow silver in last light, Lory State Park, CO, February 21, 2012
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