Nature itself holds the clue to the divine. In its myriad forms, the great plenitude of being is poured out, streaming from the womb of potentiality, exploding into act. A kind of metaphysical combustion seems smoldering in the fabric of things, a surge of incipient energy breaking out of the bounds of its nuclear forms and disappearing into the beyond. It is this transformation the poets celebrate. ~ Robinson Jeffers
The title of this post is the name of one of Robinson Jeffer’s anthologies. I thought it fitting for a post about nature. The Wild God of the World: An Anthology of Robinson Jeffers
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