I've reacted to photos of clouds as if they were Rorschach ink blots for so long that I laughed out loud when my daughter showed me this picture of trees that she took for me from the car last week. Right away we saw a face in the middle of these trees. (His downcast eyes are looking toward the right.) Beyond them was a beautiful pink and orange winter sunset.

"Numinosity"
The world is all eyes
Ears and nose and mouth
And a hand that
Taps you on the shoulder,
Bids you look up
Into the face of the trees
This tree spirit is you totem
Tonight it will guide you straight
Out of the luminous world
Into the numinous one
Where you are all sense and being,
Tree and light.
Look up:
That face you see is your own.
You know it.

Friday Skywatch